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.