A fresh cool breeze
Blows through the trees
Laughter echoes..
Memories
S
c
a
t
t
e
r
e
d
through their minds
like the crispy leaves in an autumn wind
and not a
single
word is spoken
for it is not needed
with only a look
so much is said
the sun's soft rays
rest upon her skin
and cast shadows in the afternoon heat
they've shared so much
and there's still so much more
more laughter to be heard
more smiles to be seen
more
Memories
to be made
