We’ll be old friends again

The wind pushes the swing

The gravity

Of the old oak tree

Whose limbs are open wide

Inviting

One more game of pirate's treasure

One more climb on the mainmast

Up

To the crows nest

To have a look-a-bout

Hurry

As the old ship is fading fast

And soon

I must sail too

Because soon

Trees will just be trees

And our adventures

Silly memories

And my existence

Lighthearted stories

You'll share when you see

Open and inviting limbs

Gnarled bark, perfect footing

This isn't goodbye

We meet again

After so many layers of life

And stacks of responsibilities

Age has a funny way

Of turning back

A confusion of confusion

As they tuck you away

In a room with a view

Of a tree

And I'll be there for you

We'll be pirates again

You and me