What a beautiful stretch of road,.
Laced either side by rich lush green trees,
Adding another darker shade to the road,
Stretched itself to the horizon.
The child in me, could not resist,
Seeing the trees that welcomed,
Accompany it at the tip of the crown,
Knowing very well, I am not a climber.
There is a child in all of us, is so true,
The thought added more around the tree,
Some slow, some fast, none unwilling to let go,
In time, perched on branches, we laughed.
Blocks of fields and garden, soothing sight
Crops ready for harvest, garden in full bloom,
Below a clear light blue sky, stretched to meet at the horizon,
Both the adult and child, found their moment.
Biding our byes, it was time to descend,
The worst fear, caught up in no time,
Stuck between branches, unable to move,
A fall anticipated, laughs so uncontrollable.
Longer than the climb, safely I descended,
Looking up at the tree, smiled with a sigh of relief,
A memory that we garnered, looking ahead,
What a beautiful stretch of road.