Memories

I have little say, a lot little to  share.
These woods turned green to grey,
water passed under the bridge.
but memories  were made,
Some like a line on water
they  vanish as they appeared
Some like line on  Sand,
they  remained for a while, but
were washed by the morning  wave.
But some will remain  forever
Like a line on the rock.
Engraved and chiseled,
buried deep in conscious mind.