Frolic - frolic along with me

Frolic - frolic along with me

   And be as a spritely fawn

Running carelessly through the reeds

   As best we can imagine.

Let's traipse across the rivulet

   Where a log fell in the right place.

What luck that we should find it

   Like it knew of our escapade!

The shrubs have something to say;

   Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.

They catch up to us and whiz by

   But we've not a common language.

So wildly about the winds gush

   That my whipped hair looks feral.

We trample the weeds underfoot;

   We overtake a lonesome hill.

Somewhere, anywhere - let us run

   And forge for ourselves a new path.

Frolic with me through the unknown

   So sure that we never look back.