Climbing The Tree

She is the fresh smell of trees around us and the enjoyment of climbing them.

I wonder, will she ever die?

She sounds like leaves rustling in the wind. 

She smells fresh like a flower just blooming.

She tastes as hard as a rock and her leaves taste like a tingly taste on your tongue.

I see a tree that’s been here for centuries. 

I want her army to never die.

I ask, “How do you make us breathe?”

She says, all trees are magical, and this is one of her powers.

She is the fresh smell of trees around us and the enjoyment of climbing them.