The Morning Grass

The dew on the morning grass, the way dreams are forgotten in the past.
To be able to see the sun, to see your smile, I come undone.
To walk along the shore as the waves crash to the sand, to be able to walk side by side and hand in hand.
To feel sunlight on my face, to know I could never be replaced.
Time to share, to remember the past, thinking of being together forever, hoping it would last.
To be able to hear the birds sing, to hear children laughing.
To be able to smell the scents of flowers that linger in the air, to always have someone around to love and always care.