We used to chase diamonds

thinking they were stones.

We used to chase butterflies

thinking they were moths.

We used to be content with common things.

Now we want jewels.

But not the gems your thinking of.

We want things _we_ find precious.

We used to want to fly through the sky

like birds on thier way to a warmer place.

Now we fear we’re going to drop down

dead.

We used to love coming here.

Now we fear it.

We used to want to be here.

Now we want to run.

We wanted to plant apple trees.

But deer ate those apples, and we couldn’t.

We wanted to grow flowers

but they always died.

We used to call this place home.

But now it’s time to move.

But we won’t forget it.

How could we?