Walk with me
In streams of cold water
that turn my feet pink
Walk with me
As we look at the colors
that pop and sing to our eyes
Oranges and reds
of the clay
Greens, grays and browns
of our friends
the trees
Walk with me
As we dance from stone to stone
like ballerinas lost in the woods
Walk with me
And see through my eyes
Hear with my ears
the magic that
(has passed you by) (you've passed by)
would have passed you by
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