I lower my step
As we descend down the hill.
Everything except our bodies,
Lay quiet and still.
The grass as brown,
As it is high
Towering up
Towards the sky.
I run my fingers against the blades,
As I reach the bridge
Amongst the shade.
Up the hill now
I watch the bend up ahead,
As my little brother turns
No words are said.
Till we say our goodbyes
And go our own way
To the place where we go,
Every day..
