if we were kids again wed hang out almost everyday running through woods at dawn finding the magic in things youd help me up the tree holding me up to the top of the branches open your book to read the story that felt like we were already in where youre the king of the apple trees in the orchard where id come to eat where wed pull the wings off bees to build a bed in the top of the barn humming through grass wed sing out in the fields with the wind in our ears where nights are long and in the day youd paint and id write about outer space where im the queen of the creek and the banks where you come to drink swimming through birch and bark i tell you my secrets of how i can fly and ill show you how tonight over bread and some white wine on ice and ill draw a bath and well cram in and well write this story as we begin and on the bus were still living in the pages of our book that we have written and as if the wheels have turned to wings traveled back to our world filled with birch trees broken barns