Memories

Very random and spontaneous post.

Isn't it strange

How it never gets old

How the sight and sounds 

that we know from birth

still make us feel 

with heavy worth 

How odd it may be,

The plains that make up this vast terrain 

Never become truly plain

A mere thought that we drive our growing world

to placed that once gone will never 

glow again

for once all the wood on the ship has been replaced

it will not sail the same, regardless the mere identically of there textures

The trees that stand so strong and old, they remember,

The old souls that have passed their valued time through this snow

For they melt away in mere breaths

Just as the snow does with a the gentle touch of the sun

The cold air of life will blow with you one day

fear it not for it longs in your embrace

But rest with the knowledge that the trees you once rested your young heart on

Will remain lifetimes past your blessing

true beauty knows no age

for why the trees never seem old

the souls that surround their memories 

live on

Author's Note

I wrote this on the spot and just felt as I needed to write something. Its beautifully cold and snow colours my area so I felt inspired. Most likely a lot of mistakes in spelling and what not in this one but honestly could not care less at the moment.