Like shiny apples in the sun --

or raindrops on my windowpane.

Leaves flutter in the mountain breeze

with echoes like an old refrain.

A gentle wave of memories

pervades the corners of my mind.

We trust each other with our souls. 

A message strong, yet very kind. 

In treasured times from long ago

we found a welcome safety net.

Adventures on those mountain trails

and picnics we will not forget.

Reverberations from our song.

Those secrets only friends can share.

They resonate again today.

Bring comfort like an ev’ning prayer.

Beneath the skies of azure blue

from different walks of life we came.

Wildflowers strewn along our paths.

A rose by any other name.