Looking out the scratched up sliding door,
I remember all the days I spent in that tree…

                                                       Running out the back door,
                                                       With an old Black Lab by my side.
                                                       Pulling myself up on a branch,
                                                      only reachable by a jump. Then
                                                      I would enter my fortress.

In the spring my crab apple tree would
be full of pure white flowers with little
yellow stamens popping out to say "Hi"
The smell of those flowers was so
sweet and powerful that you soon became
high on happiness.

                                                       My fortress had no walls only branches
                                                       as thick as my arms and legs put together!
                                                       It stretched all the way to the sky and almost
                                                      To the other side of the lawn!
                                                      Climbing as high as I could I would watch
                                                       The lab tree all the local squirrels.

Time. That was what was different.
There was time to think, relax,
and let the mind wander.
A time of peace and ignorant bliss.