The Tree

Written by: Ricky Brown

7-10-2012		The Tree
				The tree I climb is work,
				Finding along the way ,my family,
				I see friends in taller trees,higher than above me,
				A few climbers lager,
				When the hard winds blow,a few fall out,
				Not to be seen again,until their offspring reappear,
				Ode to the tree climbers,
				Up above the ground-at least,
				Away from the bottom feeders,
				Who can not find a reason,
				To look up,away from the ground,
				The beast of the flowing water,
				For what reason are they calling.