There
in the mulberry tree
We
were kings and queens,
Princesses
and princes,
Secure
beyond safe,
Although
so delicately
Perched
with legs wrapped
Around
knobby branches.
We
were so small and slight
The
timber held us with ease.
We
dined for hours
On
fruit as purple as royalty,
Dripping
juice from sunshine –
Or
so it seemed back then.
Endless
days of summer skies –
Sunlight
strained to sweetness
Amidst
cool green leaves –
In
shade planted by angels
(Copyright:
heaven).
