Youth


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

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