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.
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