Tahn

We’ll climb Mt. Everest And jump down below Into the sand And into the snow. Laughter we’ll find Under a pile of leaves And high in the housetops Beneath oaken eves. Then we’ll slide Down to summer And land in the groves Where we’ll lay in the fields To heat up like stoves. In the spring we’ll awake To find houses of green Alive with ladybugs New to the scene. Back to winter we’ll run Like kids in a park Ready for freedom And manhunt in the dark