We walk to the edge of the trees,
Push past all the branches and leaves,
And bathe in the rays of the sun
As they disappear one by one.
The clouds leave pink trails in the sky,
And we look up and wish we could fly.
We sit in our houses of stone,
And remember that we’re not alone.
The grass looks like blade of green gold,
As the sky just begins to grow cold,
And our toes graze the bulbs of bright blue,
And our sky is harder to see through.
The butterflies sing with the light,
Fading out as it welcomes the night.
Listen to the dark’s gentle call,
Only whispered when stars start to fall.
Our pathway is lit by our hearts,
Just as the music of magic starts,
And by walking down memory lane,
We learn to face forward again.
The sky reminds us that we’re free,
The clouds know we’re grateful to be.
Before the next day’s sun can stir,
We think about who we once were.
Our fingers entwine in the dark
When we scratch our names into the bark.
Look up at each bright shining star,
Then we can remember who we are.