Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The Tree

I hope you don't fail in the summer
When the sky is still burning with rage
Cause under the auspices of autumn
We will all get to tumble yet again.

I hope when you open up your letters
That it's with a sense of optimistic hope
Cause no one should have to dread their own name
Or find that they're surviving just to cope.

And the ladder unfurls
Rolls down the tree
A little bit of twine
Perfect for scraping, your knees...

I hope when tomorrow comes I'm with you
We can plan out the day to day events
We can spend a season in minutiae
Till all of our reasoning is spent

I find that there's no tree
That can't be climbed
If you've a mind to it...
If you want to climb the tree
If you want to climb with me
Then ladders be damned, scraped knees and all, you'll be fine.