As a child,I would climb to the tree-top,
And rest on it’s limb,way up high.
Alone I would sit, quiet and still,
For hours I would stare at the sky.

Perched in the branches, I would let troubles go,
Like dry leaves , they would all fall away.
Replaced by my dreams, I would create a new world,
Where the sky would be blue everyday.

Even as raindrops slid by my face,
And to my drenched back my shirt clung.
Lost in the forest, nestled in leaves,
High in trees,my daydreams hung.

| Re-posted from my old blog at |

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