Alone at the top

Lonely house perched on a tree trunk
where branches bloom new trees
with a long picket fence that climbs and bends
its way to the precipice where height increases

i walk along its precarious trail
till i reach the paramount i avail
using the fence as a banister
watching the scene as i exhale

the tree grabs the cliff between the falls
gnarled roots clutching the streaming walls
creating an archway as the river echoes
into the misty depths of an endless call

i brush the sky, then breathe a sigh
soaking up all the reasons why
i hear the answer from the pool below
the reason i live so all alone

in an empty house far above
yet close to the sky that i can touch
peaceful as i walk the fence
to a place i know where i can rest.