The Path We Roam

Morning dew drops reflect light as we run
Sun barely showing over the horizon;
Only enough to wake us up
The air cool; we are off to the forest
Our place, where we are free to let our imagination run wild,
For hours, uninterrupted
Through the tall, wet grass we walk;
Trees close in;
The sun slowly disappears behind leaves
The path is littered; debris from months passed;
Sunlight speckles the ground we walk
It is a different world in this light;
Greens greener, trees taller, the real world forever away;
Birds slowly start to wake and sing to our arrival
Sunlight rises above morning mists;
We find secret treasures

Left behind by those who came before us;
An old basketball with faded lines;
Dusty old bottles beautiful in creek water;
Old marbles of all colors;
Sunlight slowly rises over the canopy;
A discovery of blackberry bushes leave us covered black and blue
The same path brought us here,
The same takes us home;
Light dripping through the same leafs,
Same trees,
Same vines,
Same thorns;
Yet all is different; changed in some way,
By only our presence,
So home we run.