#exploration

Frolic - frolic along with me
  And be as a spritely fawn
Running carelessly through the reeds
  As best we can imagine.

Let's traipse across the rivulet
  Where a log fell in the right place.
What luck that we should find it
  Like it knew of our escapade!

The shrubs have something to say;
  Small murmurs are thrown to the wind.
They catch up to us and whiz by
  But we've not a common language.