My Branch, My Piece of Heaven
The sun ignores the leaves, while I tuck in a bough far above the ground.
The old limb moves gently, slowly in the breeze. While I think of my life and how fresh I am.
I see the grass below in lazy gaze, with my hands tucked neath my chin. While fluffy clouds, move past us, all without a sound.
Nearest quiet friend, Sheila, on another heavy branch, moving with her limb, while staring at the ground.
Closer to the trunk lies Tommy, a bit too afraid to climb further, where I am.
Dear God, this has to be heaven, on my Branch far above the ground