Our First trials
No matter what or how they have been
They are still our first beginnings
Whether they hold brief or long timeshores
Memories are still beautiful encores
If not the words then joy describes it
The delegence in absurdance, have got to find it
The pallette of unkowns
The road of unsures
The triffle of unbores have a lot in stores.
In a beautiful scenary Or in a broken up stone
However they return on shore
They would still be accounts to withold
No matter what or how they have been
Memories are still beautiful encores