Reach For the Skies.

Here I trudge through sludge and grime A lowly being of present time Inhaling air putrid and vile Watching as trees climb to awesome heights To breathe fresh air high up in the skies. Sturdy tree trunks stand aloft Roots buried deep in murky soil Algae clinging in gruesome slime vines twisted tightly to survive winging their way to distant heights Even birds soar to awesome heights to strafe the calm and cloudless skies Or settle on treetops in sunset bright Singing their songs of sheer delight While I simmer below wishing I could fly Were I a tree to climb to heights I’d breathe the air that blows on high Or scale a vine then twist and slide And touch all creatures passing by Perhaps one day I too will reach the sky I’ll extend my arms across trees tops Breathe fresh air then stretch and smile Never again will you hear me cry Nor listen to my constant whine. As my eyes reflect the purest of light.