The memory I think of first is….
I remember…
a little me
in a little tree
living out fantasy stories
hiding away from life’s worries
soft rays of filtered light
falls upon my sleeping face
no rush, no hurry, no chase
just peace all day to night
In here, hidden by leaves of green
I let my imagination go, let fly!
I’m a goddess, a warrior princess
a witch on a broomstick soaring the sky
I dance, I draw, I write, I sing
I am and can do anything!
Little yellow roses adorn my natural abode
I lie back in a vine-entwisted hammock
Crying a tear, shedding a load
But all’s not bleak and sad – I’m not just a crock
I giggle, I laugh, I shout for joy!
I am my own new best toy
a little me
in a little tree
a safe space, a special place
Why did I ever leave?