Warming olive, forest greens,
‘Neath the trees, in my late teens
Stealing kisses from the fairies,
Getting dirt on my new jeans.
Follow sparkling, honest glows,
Feel the tracks between my toes,
Find the faces in the tree bark,
Down the paths that no one knows.
Now, the sun, it felt so bright,
Shadows dancing in the light,
When the trees had started walking,
And the wind would sing in flight.
Breezes almost feel the same.
Petals proud with eyes aflame.
In my teens my jeans were ripped,
And now the dirt still knows my name
And as I tread down pathways new,
The sky’s a different shade of blue,
‘Cause here the trees are standing tall,
Now that I know that i’ll get through.