Spring 

Remember when we stood at the end of the world. We walked a lost forest. Then ran through autumn leaves. The God of Winter cried icy through the hollow trees. Only our thin wool to keep us barely warm we inched to the earth's edge. The God of the Universe turned us round and pointed us home. Past the tall, cold grass--against the cold prairie wind we walked closer to our family. They didn't believe a word their two children said--about what's at the earth's ends. The God of the Universe is our friend. The God of Winter cries through hollow trees. We said its not so far: just over the hill and past the prairie grass is the lost forest with autumn leaves that touch the world's edge. It was getting late, mother fed us. Father read us the bible before bed. That night I harvested a far away dream. In months, together once again, we shall journey to feel the warmth of a Godly spring.