to see between the trees

when I pass a wood I must look
to see between the trees
the shade and lit up leaves
I climb in with my eyes to that sunny place
where the shadow and the sunlight compete for my attention
they are dancing over soft moss and skipping over rocks
that sunny place is home for a moment
when I pass a wood I must feel
the warmth of something real
deep in my memory
where the sadness and the laughter compete for my attention
I am rolling over soft kisses and tripping over stolen glances
that sunny place is home again for a moment