Words from the Crow's mouth (#Wattys2015)

Scaling the Forest

As a child, I always wanted to climb trees

The "Why" of it, was also beyond me

Each day I could climb at least 3

And not once sight what I wanted to see

As I get older I can reflect

On the explanations I as a child once did neglect

That at the top is not just leaves

When sad or lonely you could see the forest breath

Tell it all your secrets, because it cannot deceive

And when in the sun or scared hide beneath

To get the escape you need, instant relief

Not much more more than a child, but I have learned of the climb:

You could scale a entire forest and not once find

The tree that holds freedom and peace of mind