Perched high in a magnificent tree

Becoming part of the mystical landscape

Those days and moments, my childhood treasures.

Saddened my old bones no longer cooperate in the climbing process.

Oh, to be that child again.


Today’s fantasy leads me to a lookout high in the greenery

Basking in seasonal colors and diffuse patterns and shadows.

Peaceful sounds created and absorbed by the silence.

Birds’ melodies in competition with animals’ breaths.

Oh, to be that child again.


My tree castles are mature now with years of providing strength and protection

No loggers saws, please. These memory makers deserve a peaceful passing 

With neighbors supporting their aging, then lifeless, branches.

Allow them death with dignity in their own home, the forest’s carpet.

Remember the joy. Oh, to be that child again.