بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I'll be your repository, of memories your record keeper, if things ever fade a bit, or look a little bleaker, simply find its record, inscribed on my soul, just like the day you left those imprints there. Every breadcrumb left, whether sunflower or squirrel relishing its scent, from time to time, I'll try to conjure something more of my painting, wherein is the road paved with ease, shaded by happiness.