...I remember the days
when I
used to climb trees and
looked at the sun
while wondering about
butterflies and their yesterdays
I remember a time
when the wind
taught me to fly
a kite and
how important it is
to keep my feet
on the ground
The earth used to smell nice
I remember the first night
that the moon told me
tales about shadows and
the hooting owl
and I
remember one setting sun
when I walked away
from everything that
I
remember...