Where the earth gives,
tender underfoot,
pillowing our steps
as the roots reach up
through the rusty carpet
of leaves and weaves 
this moment into memory.

Where the grass tickles
our toes
so the flowers can open
their ivory faces and catch
the blush of our laughter
and blossom rosy on our joy.

Where the sun softens
its white heat 
to a golden glow
so we can share in its shine
and swirl its honey rays
into the milk of our eyes
and drink in its warmth.

Where the breeze smooths
the heavy folds from our brows
and the trees sing the chorus
of our story back to us
as we nestle in our hearts,
our hearts already remembering.