Running through forests
That’s all I remember
They’d say the same if they could
The prickly tree branches brushing against our arms
Scraping our knees clean
But we didn’t mind
The days grew shorter, the nights seemed so long
The green leaves began turning
crumpling as they are detached from their birthplace
Drifting in the air slowly, falling to the ground
To be stepped on by little feet in sneakers
Crunching on the leaves with each step
As they were no longer orange, red and green
Yet brown, deteriorating from the seams
We no longer run through the forest
It was all yet just another dream
Stepping into the backyard, retracing each step taken as a child
You could see it was only just a few trees
It was just an illusion
But if you closed your eyes you could see it again
Forever young it seems like, until
When you reopen them it is gone
Running through forests
That’s what we used to do
They’d say the same if they could.