A single tree stood a few feet taller than the rest of the forest. The branches, further off the ground and harder to reach. Leaves luminescent in their shifting wind. Full of life and everlasting complexities. Roots embedded into the earth. Unmovable to the temptations of this place. Bark the texture of mountain ranges. Speaking of every valley full of rivers from the rain dancing across it's surface. Nests lay high into the sky of this tree. Spots where the tree is delicate and life giving.


I want to climb this tree. Navigate my way around each root to educate myself of the raw magnitude of this tower of life.
To reach out and feel the details of every bark outline. Traveling toward heaven with good intentions. Finding the thickest branch at the bottom. A journey I know I am not the first to reach. I want to weave through each maze upon the branches. Finding the life that exists here. To investigate the soft spots where nests lay. Enjoying the view of the world. A spot I know only this tree can experience.

I will lay upon branches to feel like I truly know what it is like to sleep here. To share something so simple inside of such a unique place. Continuing to the highest point of this tree. Here the branches are the smallest and least visited. I want to study these branch for years. For without these branches this tree would not exist entirely.

So from here i can view the rest of the forest. The tips of lives skirting to the end of visibility. As I delicately climb back down. My body feels at one with this tree. Knowing that my fingers will never understand such beauty. I found this tree tucked in the density of her ribcage. Beating like a war drum. A forest I wish to walk each waking day. Climbing her tree with delicacy and fiercely loving her forest built heart.