Free Falling

Jumping and leaping from branch onto branch

Hanging on the vines from the above trees

Sitting on the branch viewing my bright ranch

The never ending complex and the breeze

The night sky above the large, lonely earth

Climbing to the treetops reaching the sky

The forests were made to be climbed from birth

Once reached the top you can sense you are high

Lost your footing you are tumbling down

Branches snapping, leaves decay, you plummet

You realise the moment, falling, meltdown

From the bottom, you once reached the summit

Habitats lost, tumbling to the ground

You realize the nest lands in the dirt mound