Skipping Stones (Poem)

Skipping stones On a warm, summer lake. Didn't know though So much had lied at stake. As the breeze moved right And the sun arose so high. The birds wistled a song, As they follow the wind's direction into the sky. The blossoms opened up, As the petals twirled around. I then started to skip through the grass And make my way without a sound. I looked into the lake And I say your reflection. I was in your arms, It was engraved with such perfection. The vines had intertwined As the leaves had scattered all over. Right by a tree, You laid a kiss on me, The memory shall last with me forever. Then the sky crashed down And the clouds had created a storm, It started to grow cold, And everything had froze, As the snow crystals started to form. The tree toppled over As the leaves then decayed. The vines had choked my throat; I guess you could say I've paid. Now your picture is missing, Away from this dastardly scene. You've left me here because of your feelings, Or something I've said, But in the end, That wasn't what I meant... The petals cleared way For the lonely walk I must travel. The grass had now dissapeared, Hidden underneath the gravel. The sun is gone, As the birds say so long. Yet I sing to myself As the only one who had sung along. The lake is now ice, Meaning no more skipping stones. The wind direction turned left, As you have refused to answer the phone...