Alone on the swings as the sun sets

How old do I have to be?
How many more years to wait?
To feel like a child again
running along the sea
afraid that jellyfish might get me;

To play a game outside
until our shadows grow long
before we run home
afraid of the monsters
who will get us if we get caught.

I fell behind and got lost.
Can you find me?

I know the perfect place to hide:
In the grave, who would look for us here?
In the shade of the tomb and a tree.

Just be still.
Do not breathe.
They won't find us here
or your scars
hidden inside where none can see.

It’s the perfect time for us
to run away, explore the world.
We are children compared to the trees.
Their secret that the spirit
is more important than the shell.