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One day I started climbing; 
without question I climbed. 
Until finally I had reached the peak of Mt. Everest.
I wanted to beat my breastbone 
yell like Tarzan King of the Apes. 

But...
 I saw a tree. 
IT!
was the highest peak. 

I climbed. 

“Ta da"!

But...
there was an escarpment, 
 higher.

I climbed. 

Once again I...

But...
Stairs, 
stairs at the end of the land. 

I climbed

Reached the top of the stairs. 

But...
I saw a huge bird. 
“I can go higher” I told myself.
I reached up with my arms, 
miraculously the bird accepted my hands. 

We reached the space beyond Earth's pull; 
there my magical friend released me. 

 I kept floating up
 until I reached a tunnel in space, 
a hole on an incline that led up. 

I climbed!

For an eternity, 
maybe longer. 
The higher I got... 
nothing.
An enormous amount of nothing.
I was going nowhere and I was doing it in record time.

Then...
Then I stopped. 
I mean I hit the brakes,
reflected on my journey.

The wildlife?
 Had I done damage?
The escarpment?
What was the vegetation, 
were there flowers? 
I should of gone barefoot felt the land under my feet; 
smelled the coffee.

Were those really stairs I climbed? 
 Was it friends and associates I was stepping on?

I opened my eyes. 

The climb was like trying to walk to the end of the horizon. 
All leading to more vast “I don’t know what” but definitely up. 
“No!” I said aloud. 
“So what!” I whispered.

So...
I slid down the best slide you ever saw.
 I felt like a child again, 
I could see, smell, feel and hear, 
I could taste the sweetness of freedom in the air. 
I love sweets.

So...
Now, back to my land 
I plant myself firmly.

I am one with all, 
a Giant Redwood surrounded by other Redwoods. 

I am at peace.
Here, at the bottom of everything is my highest point.
I bask in the heat of the sun. 
Feed from the richness of the land.
Drink the cold water gifted to me by the skies above.

What an incredible sense of strength I feel
comfortable in my own bark.
Just happy to be rooted.

Now...
 I am the smallest tree 

But...
growing. 
Fulfilled,
 satisfied just “to be”!


09/20/2014
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