I fell asleep in the canopy of an oak tree
Laying down on a high, thick limb
Thick enough to support my entire body
Limb carpeted in stubby tree fern
I awoke to the sound of birds,
And a gentle breeze, reminding me its fall
A small, fat bird perched contently
And I found myself wishing I was a bird
That I could fly away from my problems
That I could close my eyes and finally jump,
But being a bird I could catch myself with wings
I have the comfort of knowing it was myself
That was keeping  me going