Nostalgia

In a place with the tallest pines,
where the reddest blooms are easy to find,
and somber clouds heal a heart that's mine,
I remember the distant days of my prime.

Yet somehow here I'm back again,
where rolling hills are gentle friends,
and the greenest grass makes a sublime bed,
to wrap me with leaves,
like binding thread.

An era so precious,
I once took for granted,
beauty in nature,
antics enchanted.
Suddenly flowing with second chances,
breezes draping me softly
in brand new romances.