My new backyard

When I was younger my friends and I would go play in the woods. We'd build tree houses and "discover" new species of plants and sometimes, if it were a particularly gloomy day, we would have to hide from things, from people, from monsters. The shadows of the trees and depths of the trenches served us well. We were never found.

Now this tree is what is left amongst the soppy mud and dead branches. Like a memory it stands tattered but strong in what I like to call my new backyard.