The simple days to lost parades.
Bended branches and water cascades.
Ribbons and pearls of chains on trees.
Lights sprinkled madly with heat instead of freeze.
Who knew it could be as warm as this?
Gentle persuasion from everything missed.
Although if it isn’t in the front of the mind,
it may as well be tossed from the tree to the vine.
Simple questions bounce to the atmosphere.
Answers within pages of books become clear.
Books upon shelves seem forgotten as we speak.
Bold cascades of words given to the meek.
Let me shake your hand a bit.
It’s sad to think that this is it.
Grasp the pleasure within the pain.
Shed the fabric and dance in the rain.
Send the letter and next you will see.
A dance across the history.
Find the fragrance within the earth.
Another book gone and a new one to birth.