in those days the forest was our mother
and the dirt schemed to bruise our knees
the branches yearned to scrape our skin
and the cool air hummed its melodies
we listened to the pond whisper
and built a tepee in the trees
When I recall your gleaming eyes,
I long to laugh with you again.
Every time I see you,
it seems we are estranged
But when I sit and speak with you
I find we've only changed.