As the moment we jumped out of the
car there was only one place to be at grandpa and grandma’s house.
Each time we ran to the tree it was a
new experience of life and freedom.
The branches swing, the branches
swung high and low they flowed.
They began to make indents in the
wind.
Over and over again little leaves and
bark would splatter into the air.
We danced and danced forming a
whirlwind of happiness.
My sister and I moved along the beats
of where the branches whipped the crimson air.
Moving over each print and desire of
the old willow we would swing and sway to the rhythm bouncing through the
trees.
By when the darkness struggled into
the sky, it was time to leave our great friend, tree.
With all the time in the world in
moment it ended, with a last hug to thank the tree for its love.
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