As good as it gets.

Hold on.

Take a look around.

Take it all in.

 

Climbing into this old oak.

Higher than you’ve been before.

Calm breeze,

birds up high

and you can see for miles.

 

Do you see your impending ruin?

Do you see the pain you’ll cause?

Does the sky show you confusion,

loss,

or anything at all?

 

I didn’t think so.

 

Just a summer day.

Climbing up into the sky,

to sit up high,

so far away

from the weight of life.

Just lounging in the limbs.

 

Sure,

sometime,

you’ll have to come down

and deal with the world

here on the ground.

 

But for now,

just let the breeze

and the Sun

kiss your face

and leave the world

way down there.

 

 

HG – 2020