Love walked out in the clearing, bathed in morning's gleam,
No harsh words were spoken, just a silent, fading dream.
A path once well-trodden, now overgrown with weeds,
Memories linger, like wildflowers, where passion once feeds.

Did the sunrise too quickly, or did the chill settle in?
Did whispers turn distant, a love growing thin?
Perhaps a shared silence spoke volumes untold,
A story unfinished, left out in the cold.

The clearing stands empty, a canvas so bare,
Aching with absence, a love beyond repair.
But nature persists, with the strength to renew,
Love may walk onward, but new blooms wait for you.
Then, I spotted a redtail deer