Whispers of the summer evenings in the backyard
The nostalgic hum of the cicadas ringing through the dusk...
Your past dances around you
Silently waving like shadows behind a sun-kissed veil
Revive those sights, visible only to heart and mind
where dreams dissolve like frost under the morning sun...
The wildflowers bloom again in dreams, surviving winter's grasp
Every petal a plea to slip back into the sunbeam's gentle embrace.