Follow the worn stone path
And duck under the low hanging branch
Then reach,
Reach for the heavens however you can;
Climb the fence if you must!
Scrambling among the limbs of the old oak
Is simple and soothing,
Frustrations melt and problems fade
Into the serene sub-atmosphere
The ants scurry along, oblivious
As the jays flit and chatter
At the dogs, who pine for me-
So far from the ground
The sun only just filters through the thick foliage
Holding an eternal dusk hostage
To the gnarled mossy branches
And the deep leaf carpet below them
I am safe here,
I am happy here,
Sheltered in the old oak tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so exquisite. Really made me miss the tree climbing days of childhood.