Tender twigs are bend and folded- Art to nature beauty leands;Childhood easily is moulded.Manhood breaks, but seldom bends.Time goes by, so easy it sleeps. Just like a shadow at the end of the day.Some guy from way-back-when,he mentioned your name.Did he ever get back to you?Ah, you know I told him to.Sometimes I turn and I sear I hear you call. Makes me wonder how we last knew what we knew.Must have been blown away by the wind,washed away in the rain, as the years go by and by.