In the Shade

Sitting in the shade of the grove, playing my rhymes in my mind. Simple verses in my head telling a story of joy and dread. Old stories come and gone, new ones here in my mind fading away running along to old worlds gone. Simple stories play the rhyme in all the turns of my mind nothing sticking nothing standing everything lost, nothing found. Sitting in the shade of the grove in my mind, stories come and gone but the memory still remains standing strong through it all. Through it all standing strong the memory forever standing strong in the shade of the grove in my mind laughing along. Laughing along to the old worlds gone in the shade of the grove of my mind forever standing strong. The memories in my mind of you are still standing strong.