THE TREE

Walking along a path one day

I came upon an old tree.

It's branches stretched far.

I began to climb it

Wondering what beautiful view

Welcomed it every breaking day.

I climbed higher and higher,

But the world around was obscured.

Hesitantly, I climbed out on a branch,

Hoping for a glimpse.

Suddenly the wind blew

And the branch creaked.

I wrapped my arms around it tight

And closed my eyes,

Hoping it would hold.

Forever I clung there,

Hoping it would hold.

And kept my eyes closed,

Hoping it would hold.

Forever the wind blew

And I clung there,

Hoping it would hold.

And then the wind stopped

And I opened my eyes.

I looked out over a beautiful world,

My anxiety eased,

And I stopped hoping it would hold.