Today, I walk the sunshine meadow accompanied by birds and butterflies, to rest in a bed of spring grasses made up with dandelions and daisies. From afar comes the call of a cuckoo; a distance I might not reach today but there is always still tomorrow.
What might have been is irrelevant, it did not happen nevertheless we dream what might have been our memory triggers a happier scene even though thoughts subtle sadden what might have been is irrelevant , it did not happen.
My hands sift the sand searching for hidden fragments of those bygone days ah! how enchanting it was that song from murmuring waves.