years from now

Years from now, the trees will whisper tales to the wandering wind, seasons will fold into each other, memories like soft shadows dancing in the twilight glow. We’ll trace the lines of laughter and tears, the moments held gently, woven into the fabric of time, each stitch a heartbeat, each breath a promise. In the quiet of evening, under a sky spilled with stars, we’ll find our way back, to the stories we wrote, years from now, with ink of dreams.