sitting upon the suttle tree,
among the leaf filled branches that surround me.
the feel of the wind blowing gently across my face,
causing my eyes to close and my mouth to gently open for the breath of fresh air.
no sound in the modern world,
except sound of nature at my ears.
lost in this seductive frame of freedom underneath my feet,
free floating feet dangling from my resting body.
i lean back,
gripping onto the bark as if i am one with this old familiar creature.
i'm leaning back,
to drop down,
to glide down with one thought in my mind.
alone....
all alone....
no cries or complaints of everyday living,
no pushing and shoving of hands upon my back.
dangle,
dangle....
bare feet and legs tucked around the high branch,
arms hanging freely,
hair brushing my arm with a soft tickle.
sun warming my skin and bleaching my long child like hair.
it's summer and i never want it to end.
the birds, the bugs, the sound of the wind wrestling the leaves through the branches,
the tall grass lifting smells of a warm dry day,
soon the sun will lower and the night shall bring new sounds that come with the day of dusk.
i'm ready to look up at the stars....
and reach for my dreams.
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