Fort

I'll lay with snakes and dead leaves as I did as a young boy
Someday I'll return to the earth
Fallen trees and organic forts
A collection of limbs and hopes
Enough to build a dream
And sit there in it
No timepiece or deadlines
No fears except fading sunlight
No worry except finding the perfect spot to stay and dream
So much room to grow up outside
So much time to remember
No time to get back there