A/N: A short poem about reminiscing.

It's funny when you remember something from the past
I wonder just how those memories could have last
They bring great joy, and they bring great pain
Of laughter, meadows or even teardrops in the rain

It's a funny thing on how they just come out
Whenever you stroll, sleep, play or pout
When you smell the flowers or look up to the sky
Sometimes you would just wish that you could fly

But what are they and what do they do?
In time they also lose their hue
They are like tears flowing some other day
Or sands that you hold in your hands to play.