When I was young grass was a calm sea
The wind was a melody sung from breathless trees
The trees were like ballerinas, bowing and swaying

When I was young I'd travel by foot
Hidden dirt paths were roads to hidden places
Leaves were like a canopy of small wings

When I was young I climb wonky stairs
The inside of a rustic pine tree was a home
The branches were like seats and tables

When I was young the gravel driveway was a river
Tire swing was the only way across the flux brook
Rope was like a tether to magic, effervescent and luminous

When I was young everything was not what it seemed