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.
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