Therapy Bits

In a whispering grove where the shadows play,

A child finds refuge, where light fades away,

Beneath the tall trees with their emerald shields,

A world painted bright where no sunlight yields.

The sun’s golden fingers reach out with a spark,

But day’s blazing hymn sings a tune over stark,

Yet here in the green, where the branches entwine,

The light dances softly, like an ancient design.

With laughter like raindrops, it twinkles and glows,

As the leaves form a lattice where sweet breezes blow;

She crouches in silence, a smile in her heart,

In a secret retreat where her wanderlust starts.

The birds weave soft stories that rise with the wind,

While shadows grow longer, the magic begins,

In this hidden oasis, she leaps into dreams,

As the sun flares above, bursting bright at the seams.

A tapestry woven of dappled sunlight,

Of whispers and wonders that hush the daylight,

The canopy cradles her giggles and sighs,

As she dances with shadows beneath azure skies.

So let the sun chase her, with its radiant gold,

For in the cool twilight, freedom unfolds,

Underneath leafy arches, where wild spirits run,

A child finds sweet solace, just hiding from sun.

What do you see # 265- December 2, 2024 – Keep it alive