My Tree

I stand at the top of my tree

     Nothing could disturb me

          It was just me and my imagination

                                     The old shady tree swayed in the wind

                                                   As I look out on the world

                                                             I soon become drowsy

                                           Whoosh!

A groan from the tree wakes me from my slumber

Crack!

                                            Snap!

I'm falling

                                                                   The world around me spins

                                           as if I'm in a land of distorted green

                                                                    As soon as it started it stops

                                             The world is spinning

                                                                    I don't know which way is up

The monstrous tree looks down on me as if I'm a tiny bug

I regain my senses as I'm met by a groan from the tree yet again

and I stand as I head back to my tree.