Imagination Poem by Rod Morris

Can you remember when just a child,
Sometimes in bush you'd play?
So lost within your fantasies,
You could not find your way.
A soft strange sound assails your mind,
With what you're unaware.
You catch your breath, you look around,
You wish you were not there.
The trees they stand in shadowed pools,
Gnarled arms grope for the sun.
You know not why they frighten you,
Or why you start to run.
At last at home in safety,
Your mind thinks how absurd.
Why did I flee in panic,
Was I frightened by a bird?