we met in the summer woods,
I counted my fingers backwards,
It stopped when it reached four.
We started our journey on this day,
Nothing much has changed at first,
But I continued until it becomes invisible,
We kept evolving day by day,
All those adventures paved our way,
Short retirements urged us for sweet return.
We reached half the way,
Yet four to go to throw a ball,
Till then we hope to stay in our little world.