Down In The Trees

A boy and his shadow were playing with a ball.

Deep in the woods where the trees grow tall.

Under the canopy of thousands of leaves

Time goes slow

And so does the breeze.

It's oh so quiet

And oh so still

As you trail along paths

And meander down hills.

 Even,the ball, rolls pretty slow.

No need to rush.

Nowhere special to go.

They tiptoed through nettles,

Swung under a fence.

Getting lost and then found,

Down where the trees were dense.

And a mother smiled

As she watched them play,

Down in the woods,

On a warm Spring day.