I still remember the
days of golden suns
Reflections upon leaves
Days were still warm
Fields were filled with laughter and
innocent dreams
rolling down the meadows
Nothing but green and
daisies were an orchestra
A melody by angels
in chorus with the breeze
Whistling tunes of heavenly smiles
radiant hues paints the sky
…a cool morning dew
I was there…
Enjoying the breeze and
the array of yellows and butterflies
and violets and bees
Under the tree
by the olden tire
hanging on a wrinkled branch
Mighty arms of the elder oak
who has witnessed
years of sunrises and sunsets
Old maybe the tree was
but the scent were of flowers
and there was never a fading
Contented
happiness it seemed
I never left the solitude
It was a solace of an embrace…