Warm light trickles through new shoots
Fire revealing the resurrection of the freedom of spring,
Forgotten by the mind
But the body always remembers.
The boy who sees every tree
as an opportunity to live again a new game
Was always here,
Hiding under winters deep weight

Now.
As the wait dissolves into shades of green
An interwoven scene of play unfolds before my eyes (presents)
And the games begin.
Opposable thumbs back where they belong
The floor is lava
The canopy calls
And each new branch is bliss itself

Earth, wood and limbs and skin
Lost in communion with forgotten kin
The outside reaches in
And this I melts into wild ecstasy