. . . to be in the arms of my love. How I wish to be sitting under a large Oak tree sheltered from the sun.
How I wish I was in the forest of my youth, tripping on the Strong roots of my family tree. Playing in her leaves and climbing up her trunk. Swinging from her branches. Reading my favorite book under her canopy.
Rainy day hikes, splashing in puddles.
Frog kissing, mud pies and dances in the rain.
Newspaper hats, hide and seek.
Tap dancing in the doorway.
Friends forever -
friendship bracelets, beads, secrets.
Love letters and first kisses.
Time, energy -
vigilance carefree.
Quiet moments under my tree. Just my tree and me.
Love eternity
