I'm not sure if this is a poem or a very brief conversation.
|There’s one way up and many ways down-- when you climb a tree.
Once you’re up you must come down-- when you climb a tree.
I’m going to stay right here; I like the view.
You cannot live in a tree.
I’ll build a cosy house, with a porch.
You have no wood.
I’m in a tree.
You have no food.
I’ll dine on moon cake and drink starlight.
You … are … impossible.
I can see forever, that’s worth everything.
You must climb down, before you fall.
I’d rather fall.
I don’t want you to fall.
Then help me live in a tree.