Smell of decaying leaves beneath the tree
Some remnants of the passing cold nights
Just below, fragile new saplings on a spree
Instinctively catching share of the sun light
Calm morning breeze, golden horizon
A day has just begun, yesterday is gone
Tears that have been shed, forgotten
Let the past through, bygones be bygones
Soon enough, flowers will start to bloom
Parading their lustful colors, treat it is
Decays of their dead ancestors can’t be seen
But beneath shall nourish their growths
Frustrations and pain of days gone by
Must remain where it lasted, move on
Memories are to be kept, not to live by
Start, plan and dig, sow new beginnings
