Dylyn's Tree

Brown trunk, full of leaves, my tree is waiting for me, in the sun,

as I run to it, giggling along the way.

She is happy with my presence,

I know that she’s smiling.

Climbing up, towards the sky, to the stars,

I stare at her leaves, as dark as a tree python’s scales.

Crunch! Shhh! My tree’s singing, a lovely tune,

to soothe me, sending stress and anxiety somewhere else.

Below, I hear my friends talking, every step they take creates a soft tune, crunch, munch, like they’re munching on popcorn.

I climb up so high, feeling the refreshing wind brushing against my face.

Staring at the birds, I notice a raindrop fall onto my face,

I wipe it off, staring at the upset clouds.

Then, I jump down, listening to the satisfying sound of sticks snapping like fire crackling.

I wave goodbye to my tree, excited to come back tomorrow!