When you were little,
Did you ever walk out in a summer field
In the morning?
Were you ever just a wet-sneakered girl
With your shins in the shadows of the tall grass
And your face loving the warmth of the early, angled sun?
Did you smell the earth,
Ponder a cloud,
Or discover a ladybug and hold her in your hand?
You knew that home would still be there behind you, later
When you were ready to go back.
You were not going to live among the grass stalks forever;
You were only a little girl
Wandering through a single day in June.
Long before these foundations were laid,
You were loved.
Do you ever wonder
Where is the one who cares?
Will they come?
Will they stay?
Will they not turn away again and leave?
It's just a summer day, Sugar.
You are here only for a while,
And home will still be there ahead of you, later
When you are ready to go back.