The beauty we recall helps us as humans to stand tall. For "I dabble in a golden pond, and all my memories bond, of which, I once was fond" ~ for so it carries on, the echo as a swan song, graceful in its ease, with which its leaves such memories, that twinkle in the golden light of days lived in deep respite. These ignite our very verve to flight and interaction for all needs rest to grow in traction. An inkling of your satisfaction, when you see, how memories reverberate magically.