Ambiguous Measures

I used to hideout in the backyard
the rosebush disguising my movements.
Blue and yellow playhouse, shelter from the rain.

I learned to walk there
the think and discover there

I climb the hollow tree
a journey into the highest tops
where ideas and imagination soar

I found new worlds there
in the piles of old leaves
when the air is crispy
with remade threes strew the surrounding
as I dive into into depths of
disregard for the real world