{"seoTitle":"Green Leaves — A Poem About Childhood Trees and Coming Home","seoDescription":"A tender remembrance of climbing a beloved childhood tree — the green canopy, the muscle memory of the route, and the quiet welcome that still waits. A contemplative poem by Pemba Umoja.","keywords":"poem about childhood, poem about climbing trees, poem about nature and memory, coming home poem, green leaves poem, Pemba Umoja poems","s1l1":"Remember what the green leaves looked like","s1l2":"when lying on your back on the green grass","s1l3":"in a bespeckled green world,","s2l1":"or how glowing green leaves","s2l2":"resembled loving hands","s2l3":"giving you a hug","s2l4":"as you climbed thick branches.","s3l1":"That first branch","s3l2":"was always a big leap,","s3l3":"but you figured it out.","s4l1":"And do you still remember your route?","s5l1":"Right foot here,","s5l2":"left hand there.","s6l1":"Pull, twist around this limb,","s6l2":"lean under this one.","s7l1":"The green hands,","s7l2":"the limbs,","s7l3":"the massive trunk","s7l4":"whispered the way always:","s8l1":"You are safe here.","s8l2":"Welcome home.","s8l3":"When are you coming again?"}