I peer up
at the Sycamore tree
so high
above my head
from where I stand
here on the ground.
Taking a step
I begin to walk
toward the tall
Sycamore tree
and then I'm climbing
leaving the ground.
I get scratched
by the bark
on that long climb
up the Sycamore tree
and then look back
down, to the ground.
I slip and gasp
a moment in suspense
I regain my balance
pulling myself up
not looking back down
to the far-away ground.
I almost reach the top
only to realize
that I never wanted
to be there at all
but it isn't too late to let go
and fall back to the ground.
So I feel my grasp loosen
I feel myself fall
and the world rushes past me
then I look at the Sycamore tree
and it's looking back at me
watching me fall helplessly to the ground.
I hit the ground
wonder if I'm dead
but know I'm not
so I look around
up at the Sycamore tree
from where I lay on the ground.
Then a voice
that I know is yours
and I search for you
only to see
that you are the Sycamore tree
looking down at me on the ground.
