Dim clouds were slow-dancing across the sky,
Shades of blue and yellow crying through.
There were water droplets on his glasses,
There are colours when I think of you.

went down path, little holes
in the ground,
an entire world of small animals.

Trees exploding on faraway hills
Like dust clouds, like lightning, but still.
Wind’s touch behind glasses, wind’s soft-star song,
I’m glad that this time there’s you.

river falling down rocks,
headlong foam,
over mountain range.

There’s a thin river, an old kissing gate,
A winding path down a tidy view,
But those Dollhouse Mountains, they looked so tall,
But there’s a song, and this time it’s for you.

mountains which looked so tall,
by the stars,
then were maybe half the size at your feet.