My Grandmother's Song Lives On In the Trees

When, my childhood memories, take me home, I shall never be alone~~ I go back, to when I was small, in my backyard, with a ball, a club house, Grandpa built, for me, it's among the birds, In a tree. In darkness of night, before I slept, I placed some fireflies, inside a jar, to light the night, beneath God's stars. All the birds, among the trees, I did not hear, a single peep, above me, they fell, fast asleep. Beneath the moon, I drifted away, whilst counting horns, on dancing sheep, I would awake, to another day, the birds singing, In the trees. I loved to swing, all day long, while helping, the birds, write their songs, so beautiful, were the sounds, never did, they sing off key. I remember, the sweet smell, on my puppies breath, her warm tongue, that tickled me, almost to death, the branches, he loved, to fetch, they fell, from my beautiful tree. A red balloon, that I let go, I chased it down, and scraped my knees, as it flew, beyond the trees. Grandmother, kissed, my knee, and said "oh dear'," "my sweet child you've nothing to fear, for life is full, of scrapes and bruises, the ones that heal, come from the heart, they are the ones, that one so chooses." I learned so much, from my grandmother's word, as I grew up, my pain affords, for the sake of, life's sharpened sword. I still hear, her beautiful words, in all the birds, every morn, and all day long, from them come, Grandmother's song. And like her heart, that was never cruel, dont the trees, sound nice and full?