Untitled as it is unfinished

We are fresh free leaves springing through summer vines
Brimming with colours of the possible
Nosey, eager
We leap forward
Newborn toes trusting out
Too green 

Grin as you peek-a-boo at the world
Laugh as you fall back on auburn settlements in train tracks
There’s always a collection to delay your journey
We are fun-gushing green envy
Snapping at your crackling brown travellers heels
Whispers lost in the wind 

What tales you know
I've heard too much
What sights you see
I've seen too much
I know so little
More than I could ask for, less than my need  

We are fresh free leaves springing through summer vines
Lively with colours of the inevitable
We are traveling histories branching out
Towering backdrops