The sun illuminated the valley
Sparkling light across the dew drops.
The wind gently swept up the grains of wheat
Tickling my bare legs.
The sunshine peeked its beady eyes through the trees
Creating a crazed pattern over all the greenery.
As I stride forward, through the golden fields
Distant chirping, lit up my ears
The forest felt so old and senile
Much like myself.
The tree bark felt rough, yet flaky
Crumbling into my wrinkled palm.
As I reached the halfway point
I could see the ever aggressive river.
It's roaring waters fly down the hill
Crashing into the rocks below
Along with the towering, yet graceful elks
I tread across the river.
As I looked to my left and right
They all smiled, and said goodbye.
With the final stretch approaching
I braced my bones, and strode forward.
The frigid winds knocked me back
Along this wavy and windy path.
I couldn't give up
For I needed to see you, one last time.
As the summit approached
The moonlight enchanted your field.
My eyes were getting blurry
And my balance was breaking.
I reached my hand out
And felt your stone palm against mine.
It was then I realized
You were never alone.
As the shimmering fireflies
Kept your stone.