Green grass covered the hills

We were running bare-foot in circles

Watched the sunset

Until mosquitos tried to make our blood

their dinner.

 

We stole some straw-bales after midnight

Sleeping in the warm hay

without blankets

Who got to the top of the pile first

Was the winner.

 

We were riding horses

Feeding the pigs

Adoring the lambs

Watching the flashes of falling stars

On the dark blue sky.

 

I’m only asking what would it be,

what could our world again be

Without that damned wi-fi?