At the Top

I was walking by a tree the other day…composing poems inside my head when a breeze blew the tree’s branches open wide, “Would you like to climb? He said. When I was a child I’d run right in and climb to the top…no fears but I am so much older now…I haven’t climbed a tree in years. “What if I’m not able?” I said…“What if I can’t remember how?” The tree smiled, “I didn’t let you fall when you were young… I won’t let you fall now”. I looked up to the top of the tree remembering how I once soared… and when he extended a branch to the ground…I happily climbed aboard. I began to climb with all my might…I made it to a branch unscarred I don’t remember when I was younger…that climbing was this hard. I took my time on this climb…making frequent stops before, with the tree’s branches offering support…I finally made it to the top. I stood on a branch to catch my breath…a little tired but satisfied too and as I swayed back and forth with the tree in the breeze… I looked out and enjoyed the view. As I held on to the top of the tree…I whispered in his ear… “Thank you…for I had almost forgotten how beautiful it is up here”. For a moment from my perch…I don’t think more happiness could be found and I thanked the tree again as he helped me to the ground. If today a tree opens it’s branches and asks if you’d like to climb… climb up…climb up…don’t stop. and don’t be surprised if there’s a smiling old man waiting for you at the top.