Untitled and credit of photo to Teggy

A quiet soft and cool ground,
Stretching out in padded mounds,
Beyond flocks of trees with autumn leaves,
To places where souls might be found.

Rays of warmth join and settle in,
Touching soft and youthful skin,
Taking me back, nostalgic paths:

Footsteps of a child across loose dirt,
A father following close to her —
A childhood spent in play,
And not in screens —
Flocks of trees in harmony.