Shrink me down to thimble size,
And let me dance among the wild grasses green.
With a needle as my sword and wood chip as my shield,
I will battle any spider or ant who may get in my way.
A forest of raspberry pines to I seek,
To lose my thoughts and taste within.
Forget the binding contracts that this keep me droning,
I am now one with the larger world around me.
As I approach a vast wall of solid cinder,
I must crawl with hands and feet.
The high noon sun beats down upon my back so fierce,
I can feel the rock beneath shivering with heat.
Hooray! I call upon a breeze as I reach the parapet tall,
And before my eyes a monstrous sight stands:
Raspberry pines ten stories tall.
Coolness meets my flushing face,
As I slip in between bristling spines.
Mist and shadows fill the word between trunks,
As leaves shiver in the dancing air.
My quest is near an end as I smell a wavering sweetness,
Low branches bending to the ground.
With needle in hand and heart beating fast I swing,
And a ruby colored honeycomb splashes at my feet.
Now friends breathe in the heady smell of summer here in these hidden pines,
And taste raspberry currents unlike any you’ve had before.