Climbing a Tree
By: Chloe Wu
I crouch under the tree, ready to pounce,
I don’t feel scared, not even an ounce,
I eye my surroundings and then…
Only the middle of the trunk! So shameful.
I curse myself, feeling disgraceful.
But I still crawl up, inch by inch,
And then I feel like a perfect angel.
I’m at the top! Hooray! Hooray!
It’s time to shout, “Oh, good Lord of day!”
But little do I notice, the tree branch is weak,
And down down down I plummet into soft hay.
All that for nothing! Nothing at all!
Everything is wasted, even my fall.
But can I give up? No way! No way!
I must go again, so up I crawl.
I go carefully this time, with the greatest care.
I make sure the branches are sturdy, grippy, not bare.
And slowly, slowly, I reach for the top,
“Hard work is the best!” I declare.