The backyard is a dream. As the trees whisper to each other, the cooling wind is a signal of tranquility, the yard becomes one wave of peace passing through every blade of grass and flower petal until all seems right in the world.
The cracks in the pavement emit warmth, every step is satisfying, each one warmer than the one before. The curling pavement is the road to a spaceship, boat, racecar, and castle. This playhouse is aged with enchanting memories, is colored with the wind, and painted with the dreams of love. The pecan colored wood’s touch is smooth like a baby’s bottom. When I run my delicate fingers across the short stacks of wood, the pile seeps out the water caught from delightful rainfalls, morning sprinklers, and dew. The icy steel chain of the swings wrap around my hands and flaky paint dances down onto my sticky hands. As the swings sway back and forth the playhouse giggles. Higher and higher the view of the yard is blurred, wind whistles through the shaking trees behind, and each glossy blade of grass sways and creates a pool of green. The steel blue monkey bars creak every time a curious hand is laid on them each move a victory in itself. These bars of fortitude are unbreakable each hand that grasps them is innocent. The gentle moves from bar to bar casts alluring shadows upon the sharp blades of grass, each one a painting of creativity and passion.  
The ancient ladder is lopsided and the decaying wood crunches whenever a foot is laid on it. But as the wood cracks beneath my feet the magnificent playhouse opens itself to me, embracing me for a cozy hug. This colorful deck spreads across the entire playhouse with tiny windows and a dusty 5 year old telescope. Dreams seep into the ancient wood creating a shelter of love. These dreams dance around the playhouse in a symphony of mesmerizing visions that tingle every part of your body. Soft to its touch, the wood protects the playhouse from evil pirates and aliens, it only lets the soft kisses from the wind, and streaming beams of light from the sun inside. The velvety green leaves from the trees flutter like butterflies down onto the slide until it is coated with them. The slide is like a wave, the brilliant yellow plastic dips up and down, creating an amazing sight of walking trees, floating flowers, and crashing clouds. The trees shudder as the crystal clear blue sky becomes illuminating pink and orange clouds casting enormous shadows and glistening streaks of light onto to pool of green grass each blade shimmering in the light. Night spills unto the yard, the silence spreads like a gas, until there is a breathtaking stillness in this dream, that calms me and I feel at peace.