Decrying a large tree standing tall,
I climb as high as I can be.
There are six things which I see:
The sky above, which lies o'so far away, unreachable;
...
You hear something in a bush,
so you tell your friend to shush.
What formed as a mear quiver
soon became a bad shiver.
...
Emerging from an empty sea,
life tredds a new way: beyond the limits of death.
The world layed dead until there was this life,
just a fragment of what it would become.
...
Awkwardly avoiding the overwatch
of the crowd that surrounds me every day
as I walk through the empty yet filled halls
that I must stride through swiftly to inquire stealth;
...
Trapped inside a case;
I sit still, facing towards the window.
Seeing people pass,
...
Being put down makes me want to drown,
but all and all, it's just a fall:
hurtling towards the ground, as if it is helping;
realizing the danger, it will end badly;
...
When walking on a path,
and you reach the end of the trail,
you look back on what you have seen:
...
Glowing for all to see,
one feeling overpowers all,
a bright but puny fire,
hidden in the dark,
...
The Never Ending Climb
Decrying a large tree standing tall,
I climb as high as I can be.
There are six things which I see:
The sky above, which lies o'so far away, unreachable;
The dense grove below,
Holding back at me;
The surrounding plains, reaching the horizon;
and one massive canopy, so lush;
But what shows above all else that grows,
A prodigious tree,
Towering above all,
standing as'a mountainous wall.
One thing defines what I view finally,
The path I must take for my climb to cease.