A forest full of memories,
the beauty grows as land touches the water,
as you’ve lost dreams and friendships,
teeter on the edge, outspoken
as your hope of an ongoing life.
The scent of the mystified trees
remind you of your lost love,
ongoing as the color of trees
that faint into distance.
As you stand there, watching,
you know that beauty is everlasting.
-Rita McGuire and Charles Kardulis, Bloomfield-