Seed

I can still remember when the trees once radiated their emerald sheen throughout the azure-filled skies. Those were the days when the sun emanated its golden warmth unto our sacred Earth, a place no one could ever violate or tress pass. We shined through the day and reflected our incandescent love for one another at night through the moon’s silver visage. My oh my, were those the days. When every pedal of the daffodil blew gently into the wind, casting each wish unto the caressing breeze of our tempest hopes. I wonder if you can still smell the fragrant bliss we found in the snow white roses which froze our memories into an everlasting moment. Do you still remember how we were once lost in time? Our only concern was whether the sands of the hour glass were warm enough to cradle our feet in the Pacific winds of our sacred island. As eternal as we were, we somehow knew all too well that every dream must end, and every symphony must surrender to silence. Although the sun and moon no longer shine as one, although the night and day must part their ways, never forget the eternity of it all. Never forget when time realized its own illusion, and vanished through the waters of forgotten lore. Never forget when we dreamed the dream and danced the dance. Our timeless waltz will never be forgotten as long as the stars reserve the light of our memories. Nothing is ever forgotten or truly lost. As the seasons change from birth to harvest, so does our love reap from the fruits of our soul...

Yes, I still remember those trees. They were once filled with the spectrum of our love. And as I watched the last of its leaves linger and descend to the ground, I knew for sure that our seed was eternal.