The wind rustles the leaves of the maple standing tall and casting it's shadow

Shown under the varying color scheme of the sun's lasting eye
A plaque of lasting memory,
A reminder of what is moving leaves on the limbs of familiar maple trees,
That rain their smile down to the ground,
Finding their way to say, I love you too,� after I pour the feelings out.

The grass sways in the light breeze of a mid-summer afternoon

I mourn the loss and covet myself with a knowing face to stare me down
Two on that plaque of memories,
Telling me of love that once lived next door, but was divided,
That shows that love lives longer than life,
Pictures say, I'm still with you,� in so many ways, but I can't see them

The Moon blocks out the Sun

Missing you only grows as your gone, and my guilt for living expands
Plaques are always laughing,
Knowing that you can't fix what you wish to mend,
Mellow grows my eldest peer since you've gone away
And inside me screams, It isn't true,� though it only causes pain

Needles prick holes in the fabrication of sky letting light show through

Shadows cover the air in a blanket heavy with deterring water
Plaques weren't met for night,
In my car, parked next to the maple tree,
I start the engine and shine my artificial lights on the ground,
I want to tell you, I'm not done yet,� and you don't deny me my memory

Silence says more than anything at all

Beneath the blinding white I read a passage not seen in the history books,
School couldn't teach a plaque's lesson,
Nellie Sanderson
June 22, 1929 - April 12, 2004
You speak louder than anyone else, I love you too.

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