Crossing paths

paths cross, giving life to memories
some carve smiles, the rest falls tears
some like the rain, it pours
yet like a passenger, it ends in goodbyes
some like scars, they hurt
yet goodbyes are not in thier plans
green, like the gardens across seasons
some days dry, other days bright
some times dark, other times light
either ways our tree lives on
through the browns to the greens
holding on, and letting go.