Lost in the crevices of a far off valley,
Beneath overgrown patches of beauty,
And worn among wilted memories.
Just beyond the trail of dust and ash,
Where our hearts would run beside us,
And our legs would never grow tired.
We would crouch and crawl and laugh,
As we snuck below the tangled canopy.
Telling secrets to the branches,
Letting our stories fill the soil,
And embed within their roots.