She takes out the old lute from the chest and smiles. So many good memories. She goes out into the yard, and jump up on her favorite rock. Gently she touches the strings to play a song
She closes her eyes and let the mind wander back to the past. A small tear appears in the corner of her eye ..
She repeats to herself ...Everything has a meaning. Like a piece in a puzzle.
I see a butterfly sitting on a flower
I see a cloud floating far away
I see a sparrow sitting on a branch
Gone forever, without being seen anymore
By me ..
I see a friend pass away
I see a wave wash ashore
I see a special friend leaves me
Gone forever, without being seen anymore
By me ..
