Forest green needles
Hanging high in the sky
From branches that reach
And dance with the breeze.
Sunlit rays that shine through
Towering columns of old pines,
Kiss the grass less, silent grounds
In a spectacle performance lights.
Small footsteps break the pattern,
Bringing forth giggles of two little girls.
In a tall, silent world all of their own
They play the day away in child fantasies,
With secrets and words kept all to themselves.
No adults, nor rules, just their own devices.
Charmed each day with wild dreams
Performed with glee in a canopy of trees.
Echoing laughter and wishes made,
All sent in a promise made by secret friends
Deep within the woods of childhood times.