I will rest these tired bones until the morning sun creeps in 

 

I will kiss the willow trees 

 

And I will embrace the cool air 

 

As the earth awakens, I will too 

 

Lay with me in a field of golden rods and write stories for each cloud 

 

Walk with me to the peak of each pinnacle and with each eye-height bird, we shall bow 

 

Climb with me to the roof of my car on the top of Jesse Sears and watch the tired sun as it says good night 

 

Lay with me and speak to each Star with love and adoration 

 

This year will be a continuation