My Favourite Climbing Tree

I climb my favourite tree

It’s knobbly knees making easy steps

As I pull myself from branch to branch

I reach the spot that’s made to fit my body,

And I caress the sweet damp moss that is my pillow!

As I lie there I look through the canopy of sunlit leaves and spot fantastical things

Like an elephant floating by on the wings of a sparrow

And tradie gnomes mending a faded rainbow

A group of dwarfs picnicking in a flowering meadow

And pixie children chasing fireflies

While nearer my hiding, place at the base of my tree

I hear squirrels and fairies arguing as they fight over acorns

I sleepily smile and shake my head as the cool breeze rustles the strands of my hair

It disrupts the ladybird that has settled on my sleeve and I see her cross her arms and “hmph” hotly

I look upwards and delight in the marine blue sky

Wait a minute, is that a mermaid I saw just saw flying overhead? There she is again, her brunette locks shining in the sunlight and streaming behind her like luscious thick smoke

I stretch my stiff limbs and find the afternoon has turned to dusk as my imagination soared to worlds unknown

Only returning with the setting sun kissing my face and I know it’s time to climb my way home