Tree

My perfect place - no need to race, just sit down and be there.

By nightfall it flies, by daytime it thrives and I curl in the sun's piercing glare.

I don't need to think - just lie down and sink into a world full of pages and ink.

My mother always told me so, read a book and you shall glow.

Now here I am reading see!

These characters are shaping me.

This tree... this tree it speaks to me but only I can hear it. 

It talks about what is now and what has been.

What happens now, well I think, I see and I hear.

My comfort place is right underneach this great big tree.