A light across a river sways,
where children wasted summer days.
Not near, not far, but in between,
the grass grows soft and tall and green.
The whispers dance among the trees,
where hands once rested on lover’s knees.
And all the flowers last forever,
when fingers slip and lace together.
Now indents in the earth remember,
when days were long and feet were tender.
The sun was high and far away,
and the moon shone bright well into day.
So see the world with a single glance,
the simple things leave up to chance.
Begin at once and last forever,
for things once counted never weather.