Tree (This Is My First Poem) - Poem by Andrea Szyhowski
In my mind I see a tree.
The higher I climb,
the closer to you I get.
But at a point,
I get scared to climb higher.
I try to go on.
So here I'm,
on the highest branch I can go.
Because if I take one more step,
I could lose you.
But I'll wait for you,
to give me your hand to reach the top.
So I may get to see the veiw,
The veiw that is you.
Now that I made it,
why do I have to fall back down?
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