in the pasture we run free by the spring creek we lie down in the pine thicket we are pricked in the dry wash we come across an incomplete set of bleached bones
splendidly full of life wandering the countryside
down the logging road we stray in the orchard we feast to the rocky ridge we persist as the sun sets we are enveloped by oddly energized orange light
splendidly full of life wandering the countryside
on the beach we had fun by the rocks in the sun we were young we were free we were wild as the weeds below cliffs surrounded by driftwood we did everything we could we did everything we everything we could