Kicking the leaves under the tree
As we laugh out loud with abandoned glee
I can smell the dirt as it fills my nose
And the falling leaves cover my toes
Listening as the forest creaks with dancing beech
And the Oak branches stretch up out of reach
Games played where we each take a turn
At seeking and hiding amongst the fern
The forest is our play pen, we visit each day
It’s the magic kingdom of fantasy
Where stories of our younger years
Can be brought to life without any fears
Knights can battle with shield and blade
And pixies are found in a hidden glade
Dragons fly and giants stomp around
Battles lost and won and kings are crowned
Then the day ends with a sunset dusted in gold
And we are brought back into realities cold