Climbing Higher
By Charli M
Published 15 September 2024
The wind stops and the birds chirp.
The leaves are brushing against me,
Like an old cat grooming another,
But I keep climbing.
The bark is as fragile as a ceramic vase.
Any tree taller than me,
I must climb,
I wonder, how high am I?
I ask Mother Nature,
“Do you accept me?”
“Yes, my child, I do."
The wind stops and the birds chirp.