The Climbing Tree

The chatter of the lively young,

echoed through the branches

While the senior students rest calmly 

in the thick limbs of the tree

The sweet scent of unknown faraway flowers

The bitter taste of cold air.

Every chirp of a bird

You find an ant, ready to bite.

The rich amber coloured flowers

Dotted the thin twigs.

Thick warm rays of the sun sift through

As multi-shaded leaves soak it in

The tree breathes in the rhythm

Of the unheard heartbeat of the wind

The air and sunlight create a mixture of serenity

Children play, they sing

Ants crawl on slender branches

As the spirited life of the tree combines

To form the one and only,

Climbing Tree.