Young, Wild and Carefree

When I was young, wild and carefree
Not a single tree was safe from me.
Up I would go, as high as could be
Then I would look down, at all I could see.
Peaceful it was, up in the tree, with just the right breeze
Sounds all muffled by the leaves, except the birds singing joyfully.
I would spend hours just dreaming and wondering of life and what I would be.
Now I sit and gaze about me, aging slowly and hopefully gracefully.
Grown-up life is not all it is cracked up to be,
We grow up too fast now, forgetting the trees.
But how I long to again be young, wild and carefree.

Ursula Moonshadow © July 10, 2004