That one time I hoped I could freeze time,
Stay the same forever under the darkening sky,
Black ink spilling and painting out stars,
Oblivious to the cold, pointing out shapes,

That one time I watched sunset glow so bright,
The present and  future all forgotten,
As we stared entranced to the west,
The orange glow highlighting our faces,

That one time I ran carefree through the field,
The scent of flowers tickled my nose and,
I would be leaving such freedom-filled times,
I knew that I wouldn’t do this again,

That one time I walked silently through the forest,
Jumping over logs, shrubs and undergrowth,
Heard the trees talk and the wind whisper,
The advice that they gave me I have not forgotten,