Vanessa Lewis // LANDS OF CHILDHOOD

The silky sticky Leaves

Flutter in the Breeze.

And the crunch of Sticks

Echoes.

 

Each Leaf – a Time Capsule

Holders of Memories,

From when I was young.

 

The Trees are Giants,

Protectors from Rain drops-

Towering above me.

 

And then they spring to Life

And carry me on their Shoulders,

As we travel

Through the mysterious Lands

Of Childhood.

 

 

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