why don’t i climb a tree

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why don’t i climb a tree
There is joy in freedom…there is bliss in carelessness.
why don’t i climb a tree
It stands outstretched above. It’s branches reach for the sky. Leafy coat shading.
why don’t i climb a tree
The breeze as it waves, covers and engulfs me. The softness in my ears takes me away, makes me…thinkless.
why don’t i climb a tree
It beckons. Entices. Offers its strong arms for an embrace. Climbing would…whisk away.
why don’t i climb a tree
Is it age? Fear? Worry? Wonderment still resides. I have not bid farewell to imagination.
why don’t i climb a tree
There are no physical restrictions. There is nothing to stop action. But…
Bones don’t heal fast now. Neither does soul. But soul could be better off…up there.
why don’t i climb a tree
What is holding me…back? Why do I hesitate, halt in step?
why don’t i climb a tree
There is so much to see. Feelings to be challenged. A different view, a brighter light, a gift to fully experience.
Yet…here, I sit.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry Prose. Copyright: Wednesday, July 8, 2015

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