Morning
was nature’s dance
when
once
I
taught you
how
to run
up
and down
my
summer hill.
Not
unlike the movements
in a
concerto,
I
have memorized each step,
each
turn,
where
the grass ends
and
where the sky begins,
all
the way to the summit
and
back.
Trust
me with
your
solemn time,
believing
that I would
treasure
it
as I
do our time together
on
our summer hill.
