Going Back

As I look back at time,
I see leaves,
Crunching beneath my feet.

There is rain,
Falling down my face,
My hair dripping with water.

Wind is blowing,
Bringing in stories from the past,
Before I close the window.

The sun is nice and warm,
Waking up the flowers,
That is making my mom sneeze.

But through it all,
I have managed,
To sit back and relax

To think and enjoy of
The rain falling down on me,
The sun warming me up,
The leaves everywhere I go,
And the flowers springing up anywhere they can.

All the while,
Rain or shine,
A thought of you crosses my head,
And millions of emotions
Rush into my heart.