High Up

I can climb trees all day At night I will rest Every tree I climb Is different Some have ants or bees on it Some have thorns Some have branches only birds can climb Some move from side to side Some are slippery like your bathroom floor Some are cautious and sweet Some are violent and hostile Some catch the moon at night Some shelter you from the rain When you climb You never want to stop Until you are at the top Then you can fly down With wings unclipped You don’t care Where you land