[LunaRed]

TREE.....I climbed into those lofty arms and knew that I was free from harm................... They rocked me gently as a baby; would I come down; I answered maybe........................... I looked across the waving fields and fancied that I saw new hills. ..................................The breeze played laughter with my hair, If I were animal, this is my lair.............................. They rocked me gently as a baby, would I come down; I answered maybe.

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, LunaRed.


Such a playful poem this morning! I love it.

Nice to see you are in the Lair when I come in. You have straightened things around a swept the threshold clean for a new day, thank you.