Sense

Here in the lush, sun-dappled yard of my grandpa's house, where ivy clings to the old stone walls and ancient trees stretch their branches wide, I remember racing my cousins to the big oak on lazy summer afternoons, our laughter echoing as we played hide-and-seek until the sky turned golden.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, what’s a talking picture worth?

Hello my friend,
Your words took me back to the distant past, where old memories replay in my mind like a dream.

Yeah sometimes the old memories sparks in your mind