Tree Climber

Reach for the big, up in the canopy

The stars, the sun, the moon, and time standing still

The horizon right before the eyes, then gliding far away

Pull out from the trunk, fly high above, don’t look below, don’t look back

Leave the ground behind and let the story come alive 

This poem was inspired by an illustration by Rachel Joy Osterman. You can look up her work here https://www.etsy.com/people/rjodesigns