By Glen Savio Palmer
Watching children climb trees up high,
Takes me back to days gone by.
When I was young, with mountains to scale,
And dreams as vast as a ship’s full sail.
I’d reach for branches, sturdy and strong,
Pulling myself with a joyous song.
The world below would fade from sight
As I climbed higher, free from fright.
Leaves whispered secrets in the breeze,
Birds sang their tunes with effortless ease.
Perched on my throne, a king of the woods,
Time slipped away, as only it could.
In those moments, the world stood still,
Each rustling leaf, a gentle thrill.
The sky above, a boundless sea,
Where I was free, just simply me.
By Glen Savio Palmer
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