Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

The calming Autumn breeze.

Its my escape from reality,

The top of the hill,

beneath the willow tree.

The rain is pouring down,

So deep in thought there is no sound.

Swinging to and fro,

reminiscing memories of you and me,

the ones that only we know.

Sitting here by myself helps take away the sarrow,

The calming breeze relieving me of the pain I'll feel tomarrow.

But in my dreams I'm under this tree,

swinging to and fro,

Sitting by myself in the cool autumn breeze,

Not reminiscing memories of you and me,

but simply dreading reality.