I walked along a broken path, alone in the world it seemed,
as breezes touched my cheek, in the park of flowered green.
And smelled the fragrant air where violets nod in rich array,
when I broke from job's routine on a clear summer's day.
And calls from branches high of birdsongs pleasant sounds,
fed memories in my mind of remembered meadow'd grounds.
Not breaking stride or thought as memory stirred within deep,
as ground rose more hill'd underneath my feet.
And stood alone in thought from distant crowds apart,
to fully appreciate what my love put into my heart.
I looked to cloudless sky and light given from vernal sun
as long ago we played and loved, when both of us were young