Warm Beautiful Memory

Through yonder vail in shadows cast I hear the winds of time calling for me. This valley hewn for iron ore now paths a walk I did so many times hand in hand with thee. I find my feet following in our tracks leading me to your favourite, special tree. Our bench awaits under leaf canopy as dappled light plays patterns so majestically. I sit in golden speckled light and close my eyes to remember we. I hear the melody of your song play out in silent warm beautiful memory. I watch the love of youth walk by hand in hand forming their own growing tree. I walk home alone whistling the tunes that filled your eyes with joy when you were here with me.