When I was young
I was little
Could not see much further.

I could dream
Speculate,
And walk over branches.

Not everything went as I wanted
Things got a little strange sometimes.
But I would find different things
To grasp and adjust to them.

Danger was there always.

I looked at you in a gentle way
You had an open confident Smile
But I could not even hi say

Later we got to connect
In a very precious day.
Hard to find words to reflect.

That was funny we had to meet
A few years later
And it was really sweet

But I was younger
And saw things different.
Could not know how to keep
The best version.

I guess we don't know how to see
The best Things, the best way
So If I go back to the top of that tree
Where my childhood often sees
The best to come, a hope in me
I think I want to stay.