Metamorphosis

It was like magic.

Delving into those memories,

Seasoned and brewed

Over the decades,

Yet crystal clear,

As if it were just yesterday.

Splashing water from the waterfalls,

Jumping rocks over jocose springs,

Swinging tyre swings hung on

Antediluvian banyan tree,

Sky gazing with dad,

Seesaws with mom.

It was magic,

Cocooned in a few faded polaroids,

Metamorphosing

Into beautiful, colourful memories.