in the summer of my seventh year i was overcome with a love sincere quiet forests around the still blue waters there before us a single moment taught us we will always know where the tall grass grows and the sun makes a window in the clouds where the shadows fill with light in another life i was a flower in a meadow sipping soil in the hills of colorado we will always know where the clocks hands slow where the wild winds blow cross the medicine bows we were young and bright eyed standing still and tongue tied hearing music for the first time symphonies conducted by the swaying grass on the hillsides staring in to dying embers forever we thought we d be the flames we promised we d remember and like the evergreens we would never change staring in to dying embers forever we thought we d be the flames we promised we d remember and like the evergreens we would never change