Climbing Trees

• Reagan Austin, Grade 6, Oakdale Public School
• Poetry
• 2019

Excellence Award in the 'Inspired 2019' competition

A new day, a new week, a new month, a new year,
Birds that are chatting is what I can hear.
From up in the trees, the branches will sway
As if they are dancing in the most amazing way.
With bark at my fingertips, the sky above my head,
This is way better than staying in bed.
The wind is blowing, trying to whisk me away,
But I will not be leaving, not today.
The branches spread out like stairs to be climbed,
All of my problems - now way behind.
Freedom is what I feel in the trees,
As I watch the flowers, buzzing with bees.
And when I climb down happy; right to the core,
I remember that tomorrow, I can climb some more.