Flying High

Up in the tree, he sways, he waves

The movement means he’s alive

He holds our weight so that we can fly

Thank you Bob the tree

For allowing us to climb, to glide

Zipping through the trees with big, bright smiles

30 seconds of freedom, weightless bliss

Providing a securely, insecure place for our feet to rest

Listening to the breeze ruffle your branches

And the delicate sounds of butterflies coming in for a quick landing

You bend, you break, you twist, you shatter

Constantly adapting to every new matter

We’re all a little broken, searching for our pieces

Not realizing that they keep us on leashes

The broken pieces will never fit again perfectly

So let them all go

By the time they break, new pieces are already forming

Replacing them with pieces stronger and better prepared for future stormings

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