The path was narrow, almost invisible to my eyes Just like when you told me you'd met me here, lies. I wait... I hear the birds' chuckle at me. I sit down on a stone I watch a small line of ants pass by me, as I sit alone. I listen... I Think I hear you, and raise my ears. And the bush rattles, and shakes and I am full of fears. I cry... I feel a hand on my shoulder, and it's you! Oh, how good you feel, your arms around me, too. I smile... We walk, following the thin path, to the water's edge. And walk along a log, balancing, along its ledge. I laugh.... We sit and watch the sun go down, against the waters face And watch the birds follow each other, a chase. I sigh...