*The mist moved softly amid stream,
the moonlight capturing the gleam -
Their silver light is eternal to the world,
wonderful memories fly like the birds.
The breeze picks the sticks with bliss,
the poppies and bees started to kiss.
The songbirds cherish the sunlight,
as they whistle with sheer delight.
Their love is crisp like a child's voice.
the yew tree smiled and rejoiced -
The tulips hug their crying peers,
bestow a yellow heart to share -
They cherished my kind words -
Those memories just fly like birds.
The red roses are sweet in the summer,
slowly closing their petals for the winter.
The canopies are smooth like the tides,
as the swans swim with grace and thrive.
They leave their legacy on planet earth,
beautiful memories just fly like birds -*