Observing the shade of a tree

A little world
Exists
Beneath the canopy
Fingers of leaves
Rustling
In the wind
Invite the mind
To dream

A little sparrow
Lands and preens
In this little pristine world
Oh how I wish
I were a child
Young enough
For dreams and langour

For to see the
Sky, the world
Beneath a lush
Green shelter
Is a precious gift
In life, in time
Best had
As like a child