Come away from your home of tall buildings and bustling streets,
Come with me.
You will follow me into a wood,
Where tendrils of wind float through branches,
Making them rustle.
We will walk for many days,
Dipping our fingertips in icy streams,
That ran swiftly over smooth rocks.
The farther we get from your city,
The closer we are to my home.
As we walk more birds twitter
In the tall trees.
We come upon a hill,
And watch the sun set below us.
We watch the stars come out,
Then the moon appears above us.