Old hills glow in soft eve light on leaf shine,
Where we step as we find our way to love.
The wind song in the trees sounded above
Our heads when we came close, when you were mine.
Sunlit spring noon ablaze that youthful time.
Middays each spent in walks with hand in tow,
Lingering morning dews gave grass a glow,
Then you up rose to touch this soul of mine.
The hour has come to see us home again,
Dark clouds are black and wet across the wood.
Let us go run between the time it could
And time it would pool its moisture and rain.
At length we laugh to see raindrops go by
Not hitting us, me and you, you and I.
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