What's going on
She asks
I don't know Little Cricket
But I feel a bit peculiar
These hills are making me breathless
I am not sure I can
Climb them any more
I am like a steam train
Running out of coal
She skips and twirls
In front of me
Of course you can climb
She says with glee
Just take my hand
And follow me
How can I give up
With her light shining
Right in front of me
I reach out
Take her porcelain fingers
In mine
Feel the electric charge
The power of being young
Strong blonde hair
And sparkling blue eyes
We pick up speed
The top of the hill almost in sight
My legs ache
My chest burns
And yet I feel happy
With her every day
Is an adventure
An achievement
I feel my breath
Want to sing and dance
Welcome the end of one day
Look forward to waking up
To the next
It is a revolution
She giggles
As we lie down on top of the hill.
