follow me
thru mountain meadows
inhale the beauty
that rides the breeze
feel the sun massage
our prickly skin
hold my hand
and kiss my cheek

pick a bouquet
of wild blossoms,
I’ll carve our names
on the ancient tree
we’ll slow dance
down the valley’s path
gently flowing
to the river’s beat

watch the birds
in all their splendor
sing their cheery,
playful tune
until the night
rests on the water
then make sweet love
to a golden moon