My Childhood tree

A large tree stands in the pathway, familiarity surrounds me
I move cautiously towards it, reaching out to it
My hand feels its jagged edge, then my vision shifts
Colours convert, changing, creating a children’s cartoon
My hands drift along its loose flakes, then I step
My foot always lands on a new twisted root
Every remembered pattern holds an old friend
Every circle I dance feels like a merry-go-round
Rough rusted roots rip right down, reinforcing the rides route
The nostalgic smell of dried dirt and crumbling leaves
Leads me to fall, colours restoring to a dull reality
The trees shade covering me from the sun, like a blanket
Laughter fades into one big goofy smile
I standup and walk along the exact same pattern
The one from years ago
Like nothing had ever changed