This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
Glory to the trees
that saw you walk with me.
Glory to the moon
that sailed with you in June.
Much respect to all
who turned their eyes away
when they watched you steal my heart
and the smile on my face.
All love to myself
for cultivating strength.
Seeds of dreams and joy
laid scattered on the soil.
Time does fly, and hearts do heal.
Like withered roses rebloom in spring.
The fresh wind dries away sour tears,
and the bright blue sky to your soul brings peace.