Memories

My memories remind me of the time,
When the life was a song of the chyme.
There was nature and the birds around,
To sing with me and to hear that holy sound.
The squirrel would come to me and pull my hand,
To run for the cherry and to seek for a friend.
The rabbit would hop and hide in a hole,
Just to find it eating carrorts near a pole.
The plumes of the peacock dropped on the road,
Just hinted me of the rain and time for paper boats to float.
The mornings were white and the evenings were red,
Just to tell the clouds are there and the sun is glad.
Oh mother nature be by my side,
To make my life nice and bright.
To keep those moments cheerful and alive,
and make these memories part of life.
Forever and ever and ever.....