Tree and me

a mossy nook where I can spend my day
keep childhood memories safely tucked away
the good old tree swaying its shade
like sweet caresses on my face
the early spring sun makes it better still
how much I am in love with the hills
The joy of resting against a mossy tree root
collecting baby ferns for food
what joy it is to play all day
diggin the earth, gathering moss and clay
with pots and pan, few pebbles to lay
and just like that you can sleep away
and waking up amid your scattered play things
you see the day is left behind
the setting sun far away in the hills
sends cooler breeze to evenings
so many such days have i known in the past
foolishly thought them forever to last
But a good old tree with mossy roots and kinder shade
is all it needs, once in a while to take me there..