Wishing Well

Seated upon a yellow hill, of grass brittle gold,

the past encased in worn stone; memoirs of long ago.

Relic of ancient memories, frozen in time's embrace.

Holder of hope, cradle of wishes; shan't forget meaning.

Quiet laughter, children's feet; climb those ruined walls.

Echoes of coins tossed into it's embrace; lost in murky waters.

Whispers of secrets told before; may each be lost now? 

Only once you were remembered and again you shall be forgotten.