Miranda

Once there was a boy..... and he loved a girl. And every day the boy would come and he would gather her up and make them a beach picnic or take her on some new adventure or act the Pirate Brad Pitt as he pointed to the night stars, like friends passing by. He would climb up to her house and sit in her kitchen and eat gourmet dinners. And they would play in the vineyards, kayak in the canyons, and walk between trees older than time. And the boy loved the girl.......very much. And the girl was happy. And time went by. And the boy took the girl on a trip into the mountains. They hiked to quiet lakes. They clamored up peaks in the rarefied air. They stood in awe of waterfalls cascading from the glaciers. They hid from the elk and the deer. They made up names for those persistent alpine wildflowers. And the boy was happy. Then that night the boy came to the girl and the boy said, "Come, Girl, come and climb up this hill, and look at these stars, and gaze at this moon." They walked over the trails under the full moon. But the boy was quiet for a long time. And when he spoke, he asked the girl to spend the rest of her days with him. The girl was so happy she could hardly speak. "Yes, Boy," she whispered, "Yes, I will." And they both were happy. - à la Shel Silverstein