Listen to the tweeter of the birds
And the singsong splash of the river;
The trees dance with the breeze
And my heart remembers
The voice that used to utter my name.
Ah! Smell the beguiling roses
That insistently perfume this place;
Recall the glorious sunset
That winked and flirted with the dark.
Thoughts of long ago creep into my spine–
Begging me to reconsider all
That was carelessly left behind.