Last night I was perched

High up on a tree.

The higher I was,

The more I could see.

How great this view shines

Way above the ground.

But I could see more.

How great did that sound?

I climbed up the branch

So nimble and lithe.

At the very top

I heard this branch creek.

"Go back down."

My weight was too great.

Thoughts cluttered my mind

Of sadness and hate.

"Silly little kid.

Clear away the past.

These thoughts weigh you down.

They are what harass."

Negativities.

Forgot what they were.

Go towards the light

From your own future.

I climbed up the branch.

So nimble and lithe.

At the very top

I saw the sight I had wished to see.