As a child climbing trees
Is how I recall my self
Of how I would not surrender
to any tree I chose to climb
Not the widest nor the highest

From branch to branch I kept pecking
the tree with my strong feet
Abiding in my way to the top

I used to sense the latent sun
from beyond the newly green leaves
The disruptive rustling
made me remember how in the fall
My climbing caused the grey leaves to
glide to the ground
Giving up their places for new green leaves
that were sure to come in the spring

But then, as if waking from a day- dream
I proceeded to subdue the tree and all his might
To finally conquer the top through gravely bark
and trace the elusive sun

unforeseeable my tree days are over
and my branches and leaves have changed in essence
My climbing takes a different form
But the sun still tucked away
as always, for me to discover