Frolic - frolic along with me

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 whizz by
   But we've not a common language.

So wildly about, the winds gush
   That my whipped hair looks feral.
We trample the weeds underfoot;
   We overtake a lonesome hill.

Somewhere, anywhere - let us run
   And forge for ourselves a new path.
Frolic with me through the unknown
   So sure that we never look back.