I love to climb a tree, to escape the noisy crowd, wherein illusion reigns, within the shade of trees, and gaze upon the antics, of a passing summer cloud, that’s incited to cavort, by a passing playful breeze.
Each tree branch is a foothold, on the ladder to my realm, wherein the peace that reigns, lets me while away the day. Where chaos is denied, when life’s troubles overwhelm, and I can gather up those thoughts, that fall in disarray!
Some times I’ll fall asleep, and let the hours pass by. It’s where illusion rules, as I sleep peacefully and dream, for time is without merit, in my bivouac in the sky. A place I love to visit, for its ambiance supreme.
Rhymer. December 3rd, 2016.
Words in the order used: Love, climb, illusion, gaze, cloud, ladder, realm, chaos, fall, some.
(Another late entry which inspired me to write and post. Thanks for your feedback Sylvia and Larry.)
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