But we, as trees

When I first saw this lonesome tree

With branches seemingly too high to climb

I didnt realize that it like me

Was alone in a meadow

Having watched all of the lower limbed trees

Move on their way in their foolhardy ways

But we

But we

Are neither such as

Better nor right nor meant to wait

We just are because we are

Happy with finding so high a climb

That it justifies the thought of

A better view for this unforever time

Saria