Remembering

Will we remember the way life was, the way it used to be

The way children frolicked about playing happy and carefree
Will we remember the way spring was, blooming wildly with flowers
The way we'd jump and play in puddles following its rain showers

The way the summer sun beat down on our backs, sweat glistening on our skin
The way we retreated into the shade as our faces were cooled by the blowing wind
The way the fall days grew increasingly cooler, leaves falling to the ground
The way the leaves changed their colors becoming more and more brown

-Cindy Sargent