The smooth, green leaves butter
In the aliveness of the afternoon breeze
Birds chirps amongst one another

All is so alive
All is so dead

8 September 1995
Born into the loving embraces
Of 2 incredible souls

Brought up in this casted away paradise
Where time wasn't present
The years
Intertwined between fantasy
And reality

Oh the gift of youth
So priceless
So impermanent
So unappreciated

Time flew by
As quickly as a bird journeys the sky

Sixteen years of age
Nearly clocking seventeen

And the memories are dead
Forever gone
Like time

The relationships have changed
Innocence has morphed

And wishes have become
Pleadings for the past