set free

beautiful

in the spring,

butterflies and dandelions

danced in the breeze;

you held me up on your shoulders

and i touched the leaves on the trees.

in the summer,

we watched light turn to dark

and dark turn to light;

we sat by the window

and peered at the stars in the sky.

in the autumn,

golden leaves and rusty pine cones

scattered on to the floor;

you let me reach high

and i tried to glue them back on.

in the winter,

angels lay peacefully

in the snow on the ground;

you lifted me up high

and let me look on from above.

days faded into months

and months into years,

but only in those moments

were we without a care in the world,

and with joy intertwined

in every action of ours,

it was just beautiful.