Hug a Tree

I climb up into its broken branches,

Wind tangled in my hair,

While I furiously shiver,

In the midnight air,

As I stare past the treetops,

I can spot shimmering stars,

Along with high flying bats,

Who are like night time Galahs,

I wrap my arms around her bark trunk,

My cheek pressing against rough wood,

With frozen breaths sparkling in the moonlight,

I'll sit under her green hood.