Under summer sun, Closed eyes, Visualize. A soft hue of Crimson. Where pictures blurred, Images, obscure, Drift unordered, Through a uncluttered mind. Thoughts of a serene nature, Content just to be. While the nostalgic sound, Of an aeroplane's engine, Echo in a cloudless sky. Time idly slips on by. And the call of oneβs youth, chime the ages. Each season, That falls under the sun. Like old memories, That hang on the breeze. Amid the beauty, Of nature's sweet rhyme. caught up in a few precious moments, Slowly fading, falling backwards, Through time.