In the morning, I did not see your shadow

I could not, the sun was high,

The day was young, still a newborn

And the air was blank, untainted

We started down that trail,

And still I could not see it, the sights fresh

The flora green and bright, the waters resting in nearby ponds

The sun seemingly fixed in the sky

But in the afternoon, the sun began to droop

And I glimpsed it, your shadow

A caricature, black thin and bony

I ignored it, and it grew

By the end of the trail, where the path only widens

And the sun almost down, the wildlife leering

It grew and grew

Into a full bodied you.