Childhood Tree

Come with me to my childhood tree
Before the primrose path you first promised me
Dancing to nights buzzing symphony
I'll take care of your entrance fee
And in kind, handle me delicately

Be mine at my childhood tree
Harvest the smells of Spring's sensuality
Make of my mind your private library
And curl up in my cup of tea
That I brewed as you sang your melody

Race me 'round my childhood tree
We'll spend the last licks of light soaked in honey
Sucking on picked pears and bites of brie
And I'll wash in the words you gifted me
As you carve yourself into my memories

Be my date to my childhood tree
At dusk we'll play the bourgeoisie
Sneaking glances behind glasses of bubbly
Smiling at me, drunk in moonshine jubilee
If only you'll be my date to my childhood tree

But even summer has a warrantee
Pine's smell dims and fig tastes too sweetly
Each stroll you go further, ever so discreetly
Until your seas pull you out for always and completely
But I'm still waiting on your return to me
Tied to these roots of my childhood tree