How I love to go
and play in the hills.
All by myself
in the quiet and still.
Among the green grass
I hop with the frogs,
and sing with the birds,
and walk on the logs.
Go under the waterfall
or sit on the rocks
or climb up a tree
and tear my socks.
I play in the morning.
I play in the evening.
All by myself
in the quiet and still.
wordsofhope 
Good to see you are still writing and posting! Lovely piece but I feel you took us somewhere and then left us in suspense. Was that your intention?
I was, in a way, searching within myself, a friend.