THE HILL

Climbing,
Up, and Up,
Until you're half way up.
As they climb up and up,
They stop,
Pick some dainty daisies and saucy dandelions,
Now they see a clump of willows,
Then they hear it...
The creek.
They run to it and wade in,
All the time climbing up, and up.
As they near the top, a small breeze begins to blow.
All the grasses are dancing in the wind.
Finally they're at the top
They feel as if they're touching the sky.
Now they're rolling down the hill.
Rolling...
Rolling...
Down.