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The weather's heat and now it's cold;
Flowers that did well are now old,
By curling up, to shrivel and die,
While nature's beauty, now says goodbye.

moonrise at Mount Rainier National Park

Where have you gone,
With your memory?
What happens now,
When you can't talk to me?

I do want you to be aware
Of this life, that we both share.
Views we see, aren't all the same,
I know you not, but I know your name..

Let us run away and keep running,
Until tomorrow,
For we know not, what God
Has planned for us
with love, joy or sorrow.

The field of flowers, row after row,
A beautiful setting, adds to the glow,
Bringing contrast to, the darkness of ground,
In tranquil surroundings, with nary a sound.
Relaxing to look at, serenity at play,
A wonderful start, to a wonderful day.

I'll love you forever,
Forever and a day.
I'll promise you never,
Never to stray,
Away from you.

Days and months, pass by my door.
They will never be seen, here again
And become the memories, that we adore,
For as we age, the thoughts remain,
Stuck in the corners of our brain,
As we recall our days of yore.

Inside of me, is love and devotion,
It seems to be, my prime emotion.
I know not why, I'm this way,
When the only words, I can say,
Are "I love you" so please stay
With me until the sunrise comes tomorrow,
It's the way to keep from sorrow.