The trees creep and linger near the metal chain link fence at the bottom of our grassy hill.
Past the red and white shed straight out of a farmer’s land, the dense greenery climbs to the clouds creating a wall that separates the two worlds.
Two worlds indeed, one holds a passage of twisted trails imagined by the children’s curiosity. The other, a familiar and ununique pattern of cemented pathways and cookie-cut homes.
One is natural and free, the other is boring and of few colors.
Among the trees the children roam, imagining then constructing. On the other side of the wall, they are monitored and patrolled with no place to hide.
Rules are set and followed with punishments on the line.
But, in the trees, creativity is rewarded. Creativity is nourished. Creativity is success.
And still, the trees will call. Pleading for the children’s return.