Climbing Trees Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Climbing trees was always fun.
But the problem kicked in when I was done.
Looking far down from my new found perch,
Well, that was when I had to search.


In this inquiry, lay a thousand perils.
Looking up was pretty unimpeded.
But gazing down so very impeded.


For the tree wouldn't provide instructions,
Nor badly needed guidance,
As where my foot should step down.
So I sneaked downward without a sound.


But the baby branch broke!
And I held on,
By my pinkie,
By my thumb,
By one soar hand.


Gosh, this girl reached the ground at last,
Hopping of that tree,
Yes finally!


You see, the tree was her teacher.
Teaching lessons of life,
It taught her which directions to take,
What decisions to make.


When to give up,
When not.
How to play while learning.
And for adventures, keep yearning.