The Forest of generations

There is this forest that we used to go to every weekend with my older cousins.
It brought me freedom, as I looked up to the tall trees and had a whiff of the fresh air.
Tree leaves as green as the ink of a freshly opened marker.
Nothing was better than this.
There is a forest that we used to go to every weekend with my older cousins.
It made me feel joyful as I was in their company.
It brought me freedom, as I looked up to the tall trees and had a whiff of the fresh air.
It was a place of relaxation, but at the same time it made me feel wild and free.
But now my cousins have grown older, and it is just a flow of memories whenever I walk past.
Nothing was better than this.
Now I come here with my younger cousins, and give them the same experience that I was given.
It is a place of relaxation, but at the same time it makes them feel wild and free.
Now I come with my younger cousins, and give them the same experience that I was given.
Tree leaves still as green as the ink of a freshly opened marker.
It makes me feel joyful as I am in their company,
But now my cousins have grown older, and it is just a flow of memories whenever I walk past.