Surounded by imagination In my ripped up jeans

I'd like to sit in a tree for hours and hours on a nice sunny, summer day. Wearing an old t-shirt and my ripped up jeans with my barefeet dangling over the side of a branch. Below there would be a big open grassy field covered with dandilions so I can make a million wishes and fill the air with magic. The feeling of peace and serenity would be all around. Then when the sun goes down, the night would begin. When the stars come out and the moon is full, the fire flies would come out of hiding and fill the darkness with glowing yellow light. After I watch them for a while, i'd grab one of the many clear glass jars I have, catch a few and put them in the jar. After watching them for a while i'd hang the jar on the old banyan tree. After a while the tree would be decorated with the jars of little yellow light. The tree looks beautiful and glow with great luminescence. Then i'd let them all go and once again see them fill the atmosphere with little puffs of light. After a while of watching the creatures of the night come alive, i'd fall asleep. Then i'd wake up just early enough to watch the sun rise. I'd watch the birds come out and stretch their wings. I often envy birds. I often wish I could spread my wings and fly away. After the sun is high in the sky, I jump and fall to the ground in my ripped up jeans now with a new hole. I picked up a dandilion and made one last wish. I thanked the tree for it's kindness, turned around,  and walked back to reality with a grin. Because this is my imagination bringing my deepest peace to life. So really, I can fly away...to my imagination

Author's Note

I wrote this sitting under a tree listening to My love by Sia that my friends is an amazing song

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

And a magical dreamer you are. Connected to earth and it's little beauties.. I found myself able to escape for a moment in your work and smile.. a place we all need to know and remember.. xo

[reflectingus]

I love this, something I'm sure many can relate to. Even in the middle of reality, mind craves imagination, and starts day dreaming. What you've written right there, exemplifies perfect paradise, your very own secret place, an escape from reality. I love the peacefulness in the poem, the freedom and an uplifting scene. Great job, your writing itself is kind of like escaping harsh reality.

[Emily B]

you remind me of a girl i know

thanks for sending this my way

[R J Askew]

A wonderfully innocent musing brimming with a sense of freedom and purposeless purpose. Many of us forget how to do what you describe so delightfully here though which is a shame. But your prose poem reminds us how to do it. I won't forget this one.

[Daniel DeLorez]

I climb trees all the time... Just yesterday I climbed the tallest tree I've ever managed to climb (all the way to the top) at a nearby pit. It was beautiful... I saw the pit in all its glory. I got a couple good pictures, but nothing compares to being up there and seeing miles upon miles of trees and water. It's exhilarating.

[The White Wolf]

I believe, much like our appetite, our imagination hungers for what it needs to sustain us. I love the beautiful gentle descriptions you have presented here. The banyan tree, one of my favorites, in some cultures thought to house the spirits of the dead and are held as sacred. I hope you find your tree, my friend, and there a fireflies a'plenty!