Flying kites,
Playing ball,
Running amok.
One day we found the tree,
On the other side of the field.
That tree was massive.
Tens of us around and hundreds high.
Or so it seemed.
It took us three days to scale the monstrosity.
Once we gained the summit,
The world became our sandbox,
Spreading out beneath us.
We fought off boarders on our pirate ship.
We stormed the wizard’s stone tower.
We flew through the clouds.
We stood on Mt. Everest.
Anything that we dreamed was possible.
Or on the hottest days,
It could just be our plain old shady treehouse,
That always caught a breeze.
