Our Quiet Place

Beyond the bustling bay

lies the place where we used to play.

Grass as tall and green as rainforest trees

gives way under the summer breeze.

Up ahead on the hill is a tree that we know

whose highest branch is the first place I'd go.

But you prefered to stay behind

to hunt for all the bugs and flowers and rocks you could find.

The smell of honeysuckle and wild berries

bees flying around like fairies

the clouds creating pictures in the sky

and birds drifting lazily up high.

I looked out across my kingdom one day

and my eyes settled onto the bustling bay

with its busy people moving to and fro

always with a place to go.

As the sun set, I climbed down with it

and I beckoned to you to come and sit

and I just wanted to stay there all night

chasing lightning bugs by the moon's white light.