Climb

Tree, red tree
for what reason do you smile?
if the days are too too long
you cannot rest but for a while.

you are much too beautiful
with life much like a chore
and it reminds me of the days
waiting, resting on the shore.

the ocean- much like you, dear tree-
will never cease to move
with moods and sounds so high and low
you cannot help but soothe.

the ocean- much like you, dear tree-
is guided by the whispers that we know
where letters and poems are cast away
when there's no place for them to go.

tree, tree, oh red tree
you simply move and breathe
and when you grow tired of this place
you are bound and cannot leave.

and for you there is no down
your fingers stretch into the sky
and with an unearned shake you wave
and with feet, I say goodbye.