Interlude

I’m cradled in the branches
I’ve grown into them
My green cushions reflecting my sun
A haven, a sanctuary, an escape from them

The leaves hide me still
As they walk below me worried
They hurry around in everyway
Never knowing which way I scurried

I see more than they could dream
As I watch life on the ground
As I am sailing the skies
And they never turn around

Just one more mountain to climb
Over the hill to freedom
Only one last drop of rain
Shall draw me out to meet them