Let me start in a forest, with cloudless skies,

A river with water you can see straight through

And wading ankle deep along the sandy banks, I

And holding my hand with jeans rolled up, you.

Let's start here, where the trees hold the noise,

So that the river is silent but for a gentle trickle

And you're standing there with all of the world's poise

And for now, Mother Nature is determined, not fickle.

I start here to see you smile,

Laugh and tumble into the water in a quick motion,

We haven't visited for a while,

The trees magic wands, the river a
magic potion.

Illustration by Josh Bradley