Higher and higher I climb

Till the ground is out of sight

I’m looking up, my goal in reach

That sliver of light coming down on me

Through a peak in the leaves

I see that familiar big blue

The thought of being so high up

Is sensational and true

Breathtakingly so beautiful

Every inch a work of art

I press my ear against its trunk

And swear I hear its heart

The voice urging me to climb

Belongs to this mighty tree

It’s beauty from the top

Is all it wants me to see

The vibrant gentle leaves

Caress my face so delicately

The outstretched arms cradle me

As it sways to and fro calmly

The aged rough bark

I tightly grip on to

Molds and moves in a way

That seems to say ‘I’ve got you’