Like a boy playing tag upon
Two flowered hills with blooms
Budding at dawn's warm kiss,
Wandering bare and bold at will
Among soft quivering reeds
Moved by a passing breath
And the brush of my fingers
Listening to sweet sounds
She makes first as whispers
Sighing and singing as,
Leading me to safety,
I trespass upon her
Forbidden lands.
Donovan Baldwin
Really nice