So it begins and we start, though not one word to be uttered. Thoughts they pass by, leaving the heart fluttered. Soothing is the countryside, I'm locked on the tracer. A power to lift, the wee charm of nature. New beginnings blossom, daffodils soak up the sun. Her youth, her beauty, now a memory, of many, and some. All the emptiness of sorrow keeps the pain at the boil. Impossible to comprehend once a seed in the soil. The leaf thicken, just round the next bend. And there it be. There did she. An a tidal wave of emotions flow deep within me. Fear, anger, confusion, and pain goes the cycle through me again an again. Then I see, I see the love. In colours, in flowers, in cards, I see. An it's a little less painful when my eyes meet the tree.