High above the earth’s embrace, naughty Krishnas climb with fearless grace. Their smiles bloom like hidden springs, amidst the branches where joy clings. One child perches, higher still, a shadow draped in quiet thrill. The other lower, smiles aglow, together they make the treetops home. The bark—soft gray, the leaves a veil, framing moments that never pale. The sky peeks through, a pale backdrop, while laughter hums, it doesn’t stop. In this tangle of limbs and green, they claim a kingdom, unseen but keen. No gold or thrones, just trunks to climb, a fleeting joy, untold by time. For in the tree, they learn to soar, beyond the ground, they need no more. Two souls alive, where sunlight weaves, forever children—among the leaves.
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