Climbing Beyond the Ground

They say, "Keep your feet where the ground is firm. Work till you're

tired. Wait for your turn. The canopy sways, the branches call,

but down here we don't climb at all." But I see colors through the

leaves, a world beyond what they believe. Through the vines, past the green,

something's waiting unseen. Eyes forward, why not up? Why not down? Why not around?

Who says the trees aren't ours to climb? Who says we have to fall

in line? Eyes forward, why not free? What if there's more than we

can see? They say the ground is where we belong. The climbing is