A mighty river of emotion fills each saddened soul;
With flowing tears, its power grows too fast for swift control.
It ebbs and flows while nurturing a solemn, silent pledge
To save the memories of love along its wistful edge.
Remembering more happy times, it whiffs the blooms of spring.
Acknowledging each summerís dream, it flies on bluebird wings.
But, when the cool of autumn comes and leaves begin to fall,
The mighty river of emotion feels cold winterís call.
Just as the seasons march through time, so shall emotions flow.
Delight from spring and summerís warmth soon turns to winterís snow.
The blossoms of sweet memories, in lifeís own garden, grow
Still cultivated lovingly from days of long ago.