Younger Eyes

I watched the steam rise Off of the sun-burnt road While the forest dreamt Of warm summer days While the morning progressed The silence was broken By the chatter of chipmunks And a matched set of gray squirrels Playing tag As they ran round and round An old giant pine tree That had fallen to the ground I looked back over my childhood And some magical memories I carried with me Fantasy-like recollections That could only be seen Through the eyes of a young child But every so often When the cool mornings Touch my eyes And a soft northwestern wind Tumbles down the mountains I can see the wild flowers Shaking off the moist morning dew And I remember the world I once knew With younger eyes