The Wind

Snowflakes fell on the ground.
And you think you might freeze.
But there is something about this breeze.
 
It wasn't cold.
No,it was warm.
And it did not do any harm.
 
it gently caressed my face.
As the fallen leaves race.
Like a child on a cold winter day.
 
Or a rainy day as we jump in puddles.
Playing and having fun.
Playing tag,you're it as we run.
 
Like time had frozen in place.
You grow up as you admire its grace.
It looks at us with a smiling face.
 
As my thoughts begin to race.
All the fears I had to face.
Now I'm all grown up.
 
And I look back at the good times.
Smiling softly,looking at a picture.
As I explain it in this poem.
 
My words,trying to rhyme.
And eventually,I will run out of time.
But so will the one reading this poem.
 
So here's my advice.
Make sure the good times last forever.
And keep in touch however you can.
 
Because otherwise,your life would be plain.
But no matter how much pain,make sure golden memories is what you gain.
As you walk through the alley of memories.
 
Look at it all from far away.
But the memory will never decay.
Now,I am running out of space.
 
But I hope this put a smile on your face.
For time is an infinite dance.
Take your every possible chance.