GRANDMA'S GARDEN

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).