The Art of Climbing Trees
He approaches the tree with determination,shakes the sturdy libs to test their strength.
Then, looks up at the branches in confusion.
He decides that it can not be climbed,
he only sees a tangle of branches.
I see the path leading up the trunk,
the comfortable places, where the tree
would craddle my body,
the ways up and down.
Ah, the paths I have known and loved,
outgrown and just discovered,
oh, what a thing it is to take them.
To rest with them, and dance with them,
to see the world as they do, and to
listen to the song the wind makes
with them, to be connected to the Earth
yet so very close to the Sky.
To do this, is to know their wisdom.
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