Mine and mine alone

Padding along
Branches creaking in the wind
Water chattering down the hill
Giggling and gossiping to the rocks

I find my tree
Tall and strong
Branches gnarled and old,
Winding into the ground like long-dead soldiers

Reaching up towards the sky
Fingers finding bark
Footholds, peepholes, hidey-holes.
Relaxing in the sun

My spot, my branch
To hide my woes, my worries and my frets
This tree, this quiet place
Is for me and me alone.