The Tree

A part of me would love to climb
The limbs of yonder tree.
But I’m a product of my time,
And so I let it be.

Instead, I stand, a world apart,
My feet on solid ground,
And listen to my very heart
And marvel at the sound.

Yet, deep inside, I can’t deny
There must be something more
To all of this than meets the eye
But can’t work out what for.

And, in the next, eternal now,
I scale the tree from bough to bough.

Photo by Johann Siemens on Unsplash

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