hm.
the youngest one,
the littlest one with
the brazen smiles and
blackened locks of curly hair.
climbing that
old Mulberry tree.
built with the magical
room of imagination.
the lookout house
watching for his
love and guarding
envious with others use.
climbing that
old Mulberry tree
with Hummingbird's
and Dove's homes every year.
sometimes falling out,
the littlest one
and his trusty little dog
sharing secrets
tears and laughter
a box two times his size,
hiding in a space
he called his own.
the always smiling
little boy, untouched
by reality living
in vivid imagination.
each and every day
ferried from this world
climbing up into
the room in that old
Mulberry Tree.
sound familier anyone?
the littlest one with
the brazen smiles and
blackened locks of curly hair.
climbing that
old Mulberry tree.
built with the magical
room of imagination.
the lookout house
watching for his
love and guarding
envious with others use.
climbing that
old Mulberry tree
with Hummingbird's
and Dove's homes every year.
sometimes falling out,
the littlest one
and his trusty little dog
sharing secrets
tears and laughter
a box two times his size,
hiding in a space
he called his own.
the always smiling
little boy, untouched
by reality living
in vivid imagination.
each and every day
ferried from this world
climbing up into
the room in that old
Mulberry Tree.
sound familier anyone?