Limbs

"Limbs"

So long, and yet so limber.
Soothing, and warm.
I'd sit and wonder, how nice to belong.
Not on the street, the park or a lake,
this was my retreat, and in awe I would take.
Gentle and calm, no pain or dismay,
a place to hide from all they would say.
So high in the air, great strength all around,
amazing perfection, from nature abound.
Not fancy or rich, I rest in her limbs,
east to dream of a life untortured by sins.
Smells of green moss, of rich acorns of many,
this was my place, my hours of plenty.