Crisp, the cool morning air was nostalgic;
haunting with an overture- chirp and clang.
Foggy verdant memory- heraldic,
whispers cascading in the wind- it sang.
Desire more- addendum a moment,
pleasuring with a warming golden grace.
Loving laughter gives sound to atonement,
fingers in the air conduct clouds; we trace.
Each choice we make- a twist in melodies,
building towards a true path in life so short.
Treasuring our unwritten poetries,
soon to be judged standing in empty court.
Furious thunderstorm- deaf to the chime,
remember we're the music of our time.