Wildflowers

we'll meet where summer lilies grow beneath the trees that line the path among the shadows in the park we'll walk together by the lake in autumn with the falling leaves when chilling winds announce the frost and with the waters skimmed in ice we'll stop beside our favorite spot and watch the meadow fill with snow we'll gather roses in the spring and place them in a crystal vase within our simple cottage home we'll meet beyond the setting sun where memories burn like faded verse like seasons tossed into the fire and as each season comes and goes we'll be together in the dawn when wildflowers find the morning sky