It's the curious scent of the morning.
The mighty wind blowing strong.
Leaves of fresh green rustling in the trees.
The sun coming up after seemingly so long.
It's the anxiety of the future.
Moving on from the past.
It's the eagerness of moments
that will be created to last.
It's the many efforts of past years
all of which are never forgotten.
With a heart full of joy
I reminisce those times golden.
Memories will remain,
that will always be true.
Good times celebrated
over fine dine and brew.
In the toughest of times
let your mind lead.
The soul will plough through,
although, the heart may plead.
One word can surely heal,
yet, another may raise a storm.
For me, that word is 'October'
and it will, always, be warm.
