Payton Kastella, '20

Brimmed with life and fresh green grass

Chasing around velvet hills and paths

This yard was the world and nothing beyond

Could set our memories free and gone


But as we aged it became small
I learned to run, I learned to fall

Moments were simple and love was strong

A full moon watched me all night long


When did that change?

When did the clouds become so strange?

The trees fell to a whisper

The sun, corroded copper


I wait on the wood to call for me

How lonely the forest must always be

The only sounds, the birds, the wind

Aching and gasping for it’s old friends