Rustling branches, falling leaves ,silently they fall
Carpeting the winter grounds
Large oak trees standing tall

Whispering winds echoing clear
The highest pitch
I feel you near
I think I hear you
I turn around
I search but nowhere
To be found

I walk to the park our favourite place
Every step we took -I trace
I find our tree ,our names enscribed
Behind it you often used to hide
I miss your smile
Your warm embrace
Your loving touch
Beautiful face
Such joyfull memories

"Still "!  each winter brings
I feel your spirit

When the robin sings.