joie de l'écriture

The garden of love is lush with memories

Of unspoken conversations on the wooden benches

Of little children playing silly games, happy and free

Of promises made and etched in the barks of old trees

Somewhere with the change of seasons

The flowers wilted, and the leaves changed colors

And yet what remained through the changing times

Are the songs of the birds and the love of the lovers

Who took shelter in the calmness of its heart

Under the canopy of trees over the blanket of green

Who weaved dreams lost in the scent of its flowers

Watched the sun go to sleep

Hand-in-hand, together for hours

On those vacant benches are now two old friends

Memories blurred, wrinkles on their faces

The world mowed over their happiness once

And their love was washed away by the rain

And yet after ages, on the very same bench

Two young hearts welcome the arrival of spring again