Memories

Pastures of Mother Earth,

Where I stand is what I see,

The much green from the tops of evolution,

The hidden faded hides in thee.

I looked back in glee,

To feel the grown seeds,

Alas, the growth was long past,

Remains new beds to be new in the deeds.

Did I hear the passage of winds,

Among which my self had grown,

They shout and the shrill of budding life,

Encountered with waves to swim in life's moments unknown.

A few touches of the replenished voices,

A feel of the love when loved,

Remains in the closet of memories,

Some break open as realizations flood.