I sit and dream of lazy days
beach strolls with ease
summers evening’s breeze
while at stars we gaze
Hand in hand without a care
through fields we tramp
Autumn cold and damp
breath smoke like in the air
Gentle whispered talks
Future plans made firm
Traits and quirks to learn
Through Winter’s snow we walk
Life’s cycle starts again in Spring
Family created together
Parades in the park for pleasure
For us a new chapter begins
By Bryony Brook
