I walk amongst green fields of old, past the

Vast trees that cover the hills in shapes that

Make me remember my days of childhood.

When I went climbing their leafy branches

That pricked at my hands and made bruises

That splashed colours of reds and blues. Dirt found,

It’s way under my nails, as I clawed far

Up higher, high into the green tree tops.

The sun sparkled high in the sky and made

Pretty patterns of silver glass reflect

On the green brown leaves that clung to the tips

Before falling like rivers of colour

To the wet green fields below. Gone are

The days when I climbed their branches. Now I

Climb the never ending trees of my dreams,

That haunt my waking thoughts. Childhood freedom,

Seems so far away now that my life has

Turned twilight. My nails are too clean and my

Bruises are fading, but not the bruising

Of my heart, that lingers in the fields of

My memories.