In my mind, I still climb into the tree top,
book in hand, to spend the afternoon
reading, and survey the neighborhood
from my lofty perch.
I still skate faster than the wind,
my hair streaming out behind me.
I've only grown old on the outside.
Inside, I'm still giggling and running
foot races with dear friends
who are only gone for a little while.
Soon, those days will come again,
and we'll all play together in endless summer.