Struck

The grass has never been
as green as I remembered,
each blade a tiny vivid
memory in my past.

The town I grew up in,
has never changed,
brick for brick,
it all remains the same.

So many memories,
flourished in my mind,
each one a tender piece
of my eternal soul.

Every person,
on both sides of the river,
everyone that helped me through,
will always be remembered.

There was that one person,
though not different from the rest,
was always there for me,
and never let me down.

Always picked me up,
when I fell upon the ground,
whenever sadness struck me,
they always turned the frown.

They always encouraged me,
to always tell the truth,
always told me to I could,
never let me down.

The tree outside my house,
in which the rain outlined,
has been there since I can remember,
although it has always been silent.

It has said more to me then words ever could...