Somewhere under all these emerald leaves lays a secret, a hidden jewel of childlike wonder and intrigue. A magical hollow where imagination reigns absolute, where dreams and hopes twine and meld to create wondrous lands. Buried, long forgotten between suburbia and labyrinth like alleys. This nook was once visited and enjoyed every day, was once the home to countless adventures and games. The sun was watched and mourned at the end of each and every summer day from the giant, now unseen limbs that gently cradled restless children into twilight.
This evening L came back. She visited the colossal tree. She swung on the swing her dad made for her. She gazed up and watched the sun hide. She attempted to climb the great limbs. She crushed and crunched dead leaves under her feet. She remembered childhood escapades.