The Perfect Evening

How do you remember a perfect evening?
When the air is sweet
and the temperature cool.
When soft breezes caress you skin
And green grasses implore you explore them.

Will we remember these days
Of running through the fields,
Of Gathering clover,
Of laying in the thick carpet
While laughing?

When the days grow shorter
and our memory fades,
Will the sight of the sun setting
Over green fields
bring us back to this day
Of Love
and
Innocence?

Or will the sun just set?

Only time will tell
If we will look back
On this perfect evening.