The place we made memories

Along the winding path

the new bloom

while the old die

to make room

for the new

The lavender

goes blue

to thrive 

alive

The trees we climb

the gates we swung

the memories we made 

the adventures we had

are all over

We could still be climbing trees

we could still be swinging on gates

we could still be having adventures 

but no, we had to move 

and now we have to make

new memories in a new place