"Song of Old" by Kristen L. Lafond

The wind chants a tune

I used to know

It passes through my ear

An echo of the past

A memory is glanced

A child giggling imagination

The magical moment

The dirt that was

remains underfoot

in remembrance

One single red rose

Mourn the yesterday

Cradle the tomorrow

Live the today

The wind chants a tune

I love to hear