I was skipping through the fields

making friends with the wheat my height

I was holding on to Papa

with all my little might

We ate apples and dreamed

For the sake of tomorrow 

and our hearts' content, which reamed

Now, we stroll slowly through the trees

still tasting the sweet apples as if

as if they hold Hope's nectar with juicy ease

because surely they do

just like birds still coo

We look at our hands 

as we listen to the breeze

smiling with delight over

the dreams they still sieze