Standing on the ground
I imagine being at the top
Extend a hand and lift a leg
After one branch I couldn’t stop
Twist and turn and climb again
Higher yet I go
Passing by a bird’s nest
I reach out with my toe
The braches get much smaller
Up and up, I travel high
I reach the point where all that’s left
Is one branch and the sky
Looking out I see everything
The mountains and my town
I didn’t have to imagine anymore
But wondered how to get down