Branches

I start at the bottom.
The branches stretch out above me,
reaching
higher...higher
towards the deep blue sky.

I begin the climb.
Pushing
off the soft ground,
I grasp onto the first branch,
a firm hand, pulling me up.

I reach for more.
Crack!
One breaks.
I find another one.
The climb continues.

I see the sky getting closer.
So far
from the hard ground,
completely on my own.
Almost there.

I sit at the top,
looking down through the branches.