In the mountain meadow

what do these eyes see?

do they see the color of the snow 

in front of you?

what do these eyes see?

do they see the blush on my cheek 

due to cold?

what do these wide eyes see?

do they see the evergreen trees

swaying in the wind?

what do those ears hear?

the crunch of the snow 

under foot?

what do these ears hear?

do they hear the song

 that the wind is whistling?

what do those ears hear?

the rustle of wings

from the bird flying overhead?

what do those ears hear?

is it the soft hummings

of the mountain?

what do you smell?

the crisp mountain air

and the pine trees? 

what do you taste ?

is it the snowflake

that you caught on your tongue?

what do you feel?

is it the melting snow 

on the rim of your gloves?

what do you feel?

the bitting cold 

or the warmth from your old coat?

what do you feel, in that heart of yours?

nostalgia from the memory

of this place long ago?

what do you think with that head of yours?

do you think of the meadow as it was 

when we came here?

what do you think with that head of yours?

do you think of the first snow you ever saw?

what do you think about this place?

is it the same beautiful mountain meadow

from all that time ago?

do you remember how we ran back then?

do you remember me, still?

even after i have become a memory

only in you and the people i knew's minds?

it doesn't matter.

i can be a memory 

because as far as i can see it is the same meadow

covered in a new layer of snow

as far as i can hear these are the same bird songs

passed down 

from bird to chick

as far as i can see these are the same trees

just a little older

as far as i can tell you are the same person,

a little older, a little more worn,

with the same memory from long ago

so i'll ask you one thing

thats harder than most

to remember no just me

or the meadow

or even the snow

but the laughter we screamed with long ago 

in the mountain meadow

and maybe,

just maybe,

you could return

to where i'll be 

in the mountain meadow

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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