It is the cool, clear waters of springtime

The remind us of that warmer, safer clime

All of those cherished places and faces

That have left their many warm traces

Helping to form just who we have become

Treasured by many and needed by some

To account for our lives at the end

How they meander and gently bend

To form all the yesterdays leading to today

As I look back, I would have no other way

But to have slipped through that stream

That rippled into life like a well worn dream

As I lay here collecting my thoughts one by one

Wandering through their traces under this springtime sun