BlackStar69

Every afternoon I walk to my quiet place under a special tree. The shade from the tree keeps me cool. The bright colors shine in the sunlight. Around my surroundings I spy a butterfly. The journey is long for the butterfly who travels.   It will flutter in the big blue sky; but when night comes around it wall fall into a deep sleep. When morning breaks, the butterfly will fly again;   waiting on the spirit of nature to call for home.

Because you are my friend I see, life in a different way. And joy I had not hoped to know adds sparkles to each day. A long-forgotten memory arises from the past that we are allowed to keep and things that never last. But seasons come, and seasons go, and we remain apart. Of all the true things we keep in our hearts, we would always remain together. No matter how far we are apart.