A billion childhood days
beating sneakers on earth
curving perfect pathways
between ginormous trees
I climbed twenty miles high
fingers brushing heavens
tightroping bare branches
Olympic backflipping
faultless ten landings
ten thousand feet below.
Gone now, these woods of mine,
brick and stone in their place,
homes with lonely children
living inside their phones,
children who will not know
the comfort of curling
in a form fitting nook
within giant bushes
that once grew in the place
where their houses waste space
napping without a dream
how could I ever dream
of something more blessed
than the life I was blessed
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
A billion childhood days
beating sneakers on earth
curving perfect pathways
between ginormous trees
I climbed twenty miles high
fingers brushing heavens
tightroping bare branches
Olympic backflipping
faultless ten landings
ten thousand feet below.
Gone now, these woods of mine,
brick and stone in their place,
homes with lonely children
living inside their phones,
children who will not know
the comfort of curling
in a form fitting nook
within giant bushes
that once grew in the place
where their houses waste space
napping without a dream
how could I ever dream
of something more blessed
than the life I was blessed