Up a Tree

On the joys of climbing trees

Up A Tree

The solid bough supports my thought,
A pillar for my soaring mind.
Now up amongst the skies I sought,
A sentinal- a secret find.
Uplifted from the woes of men,
A spirit seeking cloudless sun,
I waft and blow above the fen,
No worries stop me: dirt I shun.
I need not care for mortal sin,
The leaves will grant eternal shade.
I sit in peace as men make din,
I grasp a bark, and they- a blade.
For naught is greater than a tree
When seeking silent solitude.
A peaceful calm eternal be,
When at that lofty altitude.