My holiday snapshot by Hunter

I saw branches one by one,  

Yet roots hang down among.

I see a spider bright, deadly and small,

The tree I swing from the spider crawls.

I feel as if I was losing grip,

As if I was about to slip.

I swing from vine to vine,

Feeling like Tarzan yet I hear my brother whine.

I hear people saying “ahhhh”,

And I hear my brother saying “ta” for a banana .

I hear roots breaking,

Then I see people having fun and making.