The woods are lovely dark and deep ...

Journey to the heights...

By the river side on a winter...

The river is dry,
like my eyes in the winter,
I used to sit by the river and think about you,
but now that the river is gone,
it's hard to think,
I sometimes forget,
about wonderful memories,
that used to be so dear,
but by the month of June,
the river should be full,
my memories should come rushing backI will be happy again,
knowing that you will come back,
to share my wonderful memories...will u?