Hear... hear...
The voice of your little toes
The whispering of your soft lips
The swishing of your shining hair
Can you hear me baby?

Sniff... sniff...
The smell of your golden skin
The depth of your brown eyes
The agility of your fingers
Can you feel it baby?

My morning forest,
I'll be right here waiting
Under the same stars
Under the big pine tree
To always hold your hands
© aratosca