Poetree: Climb A Tree © Poem by Roann Mendriq

When I was young and very wise,
and when my friends would laugh at me;
Then I would run with teary eyes,
and climb into the Mango tree...

There, in that green gold world, I'd find,
a quiet peace and heartfelt joy;
contentment and a peace of mind,
that no one could snatch and destroy.

The chatter of the baby birds,
filled deep my heart with sweet delight;
and I replied in my own words
and knew that it was all alright...

For the rustling of that ancient tree,
was laughing with... and not at me.