Most trees don't have names beyond Elm
or Dogwood or Pine.
But ours does.
Most trees don't hold within their branches
the echo of laughter
and the enchantment of childhood,
Most trees aren't marked by
carefully carved proclaimations
of generations of love.
But ours is.
She still stands in an untouched lot with houses built all around her.
She is a symbol that we were there.
That we ran through those woods,
our pigtails trailing behind us
our arms outstretched in the wind.
She still stands
and we still remember
the innocence and wonderment
of our childhood.
These held no inscriptions of love,
but were the support for our tree house.
spent countless hours hammering nails
into wood and constructing our
magnificent two story tree house.
can also stake a claim here as
they are responsible for more than one nail
in those wooden planks
and more than a million
romps through those woods.
hangs from branches that have grown taller
just as we have.
with my brother leading the way.
Rediscovery is one of the best parts of leaving things behind.
Reliving joyful moments is a priceless gift.
I could almost hear the ferns and ivy calling out to us,
because they were once filled with magic.
"Come back! Be carefree
and get lost in your imagination again!"
how can one stand growing up and leaving
the delight of childhood behind?
The answer is simple:
Embrace the stories of days gone by
and find the best moments to tuck away in your heart
so that you can retell them to your
children and watch their eyes fill with the same
fascination that once captivated you.
In this way,
you will never really grow up
not in your heart.
In the words of Captain Hook:
"Growing up is such barbarous business,
full of inconvenience....
First tree to the right and straight on til morning!