Sprouting new branches curving this way and that
Births green glistening buds that are juicy and fat
So many trees but which one to climb?
If I choose the wrong tree would that be such a crime?
Trees brightly topped off with luminous halo
Lifting branches to cloud, I stand humbled below
No time to climb them all, gazing side to side
I feel certain pressure, how to decide?
I stand back and survey with wonder each one
Remembering suddenly I came to have fun
One low, bark shining the right sort of gold
Limbs overlapping, easier to grip hold
I arrive at the top in surprisingly quick time
Perhaps I have chosen the wrong tree to climb?
I see other trees above me singing out too
I think I have time and I know what to do
I scramble back down but I fall to the frost
My second chance it seems has been foolishly lost
And sad as it is I got busy with doing
Just kept to the low trees, no higher pursuing
© CM – 2018