She Climbed the Poison Tree and Lived to See the Leaves

She climbed the poison tree with care, Its bark a warning, dark and rare. With every step, the whispers grew, Yet onward, up, she bravely flew. The branches twisted, thorny, grim, Their shadows casting doubts within. But she, undaunted, scaled the height, Her heart a beacon in the night. The leaves, they shimmered, toxic green, A beauty fierce, both felt and seen. Their veins like pathways to her soul, Each touch a challenge to her goal. Above the world, she reached the crown, And gazed upon the land, looked down. The poison flowed, but she stood tall, For she had conquered, risked it all. The tree that sought to bring her end, Now bowed to her, a silent friend. She lived to see the leaves' deceit, And found her strength, her own heartbeat.