The tunnel i walked
was dark with darting
sun light touching spots with
tender caresses from leaf to leaf.
Touching me too
I smiled with glee.
Looking up above to the cannopy
of trees interlocked, swaying
seemingly in a loving embrace.
Life could not be better.
Crinckling leaves underfoot,
birds hopping, singing, scatching
for a breakfast in dead wood,
that invited birds in
like a street cafe
but, no charge levied.
Here my tunnel concealed me,
from the reality of bustling
people, peeping horns of traffic.
Children screeching,
dogs barking aloud.
No, I will stay in my
tunnel, under the cannopy
of swaying trees,
in peace and harmony.
No charge levied.