Something I wrote a little while ago- enjoy!
Come walk through the garden-
Not ours, but the world's.
Come rediscover the spot
That we played in as girls.
High up on the hill,
That dear old sweet place.
Where we made edelweiss vines,
And forget-me-not lace.
Where the air was the clearest,
The colors the brightest.
Our laughter the longest-
Where our hearts felt the lightest.
Where all our hard troubles
Just melted away,
And made us more eager
To bear them, next day.
Where dreaming was suddenly
So easy to do.
And where the sky was the limit,
And you could lasso the moon.
~Mel
