Wind In The Branches Poem by David Byer

Oh to be young again
and swing in the branches
when the wind would blow
down the mountains then climb
- Away up high

When the trees began swinging
and the leaves to rustle
I would climb up to the top
of our old oak tree and sit
- Away up high

Daytimes were fun to
look out and see the
other tall trees being
stripped of their leaves
- Away up high

But nighttimes were best
with the sounds all about
moon's glow on the tree
tops and clouds zipping by
- Away up high

But times flown past and
I no longer climb to
look down from the top
but now up from the ground
- Away up high

But whenever I hear the wind
blowing my heart
swiftly climbs to to the top
and is young again and flies
- Away up high.