It was a September morning
As beautiful as ever
bestowing to everyone
The golden sunlight ,rare and precious.

And there I sat under the old oak tree
an old forgotten friend
etched in my childhood memories
but washed from my day to day life,yet always present.

The tree was reminiscent of my childhood days.
Those delectable days with Fiona,Thomas,and Liona
Are now paltry memories
That keep me euphoric even in my dismal days.

Now even they are gone
to different parts of the word
but this old oak tree
has been a witness to both my past and present.

Had the oblivion taken upon me?
That I had forgotten my promise
to remember and cherish him throughout my life
But he still keeps his promise, as true as light on this earth.

He seems to smile to see me today
A unique smile, delicate, bold, unnoticed.
Welcoming me heartily
Embracing the unknown new me.

His leaves rustle
Expressing umpteen emotions  
In a voice and language alien to everyone else
Just known to me.

I could sense what a fool I have been
To have forgotten my friend
But even though we had drifted apart
Oblivion failed to erase our friendship.

Thus sitting in front of you,my friend
I write and dedicate this poem to you
so that even though my existence is washed away
You be remembered and become immortal in memories !!