Past

The tree in the field by the road to the park.
As the light slowly fades and approaches the dark.
Is where I will sit and look up to the sky,
As the weight of the day pulls closed my weak eyes.
Soon a car passes and sleep waits then goes,
But I lie in safe hands that no-one else knows.
I wait for the moment when nothing is heard,
I sit in the throne and am never disturbed.
I'm the king of the world when I climb up that tree,
The lord of the beasts and all I can see.
Cos up there I know that nothing else matters,
Until the infamous call of the rain pitter-patters.
So it?s down from the tree and I'm running for home,
But another day soon I'll be back there alone.
Milky'05