Tree Time

I want to live
I wake up every morning
and sing to myself
in the pre-dawn
shades of sun light
just peaking over
the edge of blue mountain tops.
the trees are so big
and I am so small,
I am sheltered by them,
held close by their branches,
safer than ever before
yet putting my life on the line
at every moment,
living in the sky
verticallity reality
pure canopy experience
tree life existance
persistance in the struggle
for that which is true
over that which
will fool you
into believing
in anything else
besides yourself,
couragous leaps of faith
are required
to get from
treetop to treetop
and spinning upside down
to the ground
is a peculiar notion
yet I am touched
by emotion
each time I come close
to these ancient beings
wiser than I
by far
I listen close
as they wisper
their secrets
to the wind,
sister moon
illuminating
shimmering foliage
as the fire in the sky
dims once more
into starry nightfall
and the fog
rolls in thick
from the ocean
covering all
in blankets of moisture,
thankful once more
as I drift into
dream spell