The Thinking Tree Poem by Tamara Turner

I lay in trees in my native land
I swing from the vines of wisdom
Then I land on my hands
After awhile I realize that i am dreaming
I try to search for clues out in this remote forest
I try to find meaning
There seems to be no danger
there's no unwanted visits from any unidentified strangers
So I climb up a tree as far as I could climb
I looked up to see the sunset just over the horizon
I feel resolve in my mind