The Happy Tree

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

I’m swinging on the happy tree,
in love with everything I see.
White, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky
reach out for me as I fly by.

With heav’n above and earth below,
I sail as high as I can go.
And I’m a plane, a bird, a kite…
a red balloon, the first starlight.

I chase the sun and catch it, then
I let it chase me back again.
It captures me, but I don’t care;
I’m always happy in the air.

I know my home is safe and sound,
just waiting for me on the ground.
And life is sweet as sweet can be,
flying high and floating free…

swinging on the happy tree.

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