I was going through some old pictures
and stumbled upon this phenomenal giving tree
that my mom, grandma and I stumbled upon
three or four years ago.
It was as big and bold and beautiful as it looks in the picture,
probably able to hold up the whole wide world
and shelter it all at once.
And what a spectacular surprise
to enter that canopy of sunlit leaves
and find a flying garden inside,
surely home to fluttering fairies,
and stories dating to the dawn of time.
The next time I close my eyes,
breathe deep breaths
and whisk myself away to a happy place,
I think I’ll go here.