Sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree

An inclination sparked in me, I stood up

And looked up at the sky, don’t ask me why

Just on a whim, without reason or rhyme

I begin to climb, I tried, and slipped

But held my grip, the wind started to whip

It helped build momentum, for my feeble climb

To reach the heavens

The next thing I know, I felt a bump….

With a thump…

I am back on the ground

Nothing is around, it is just me with my

Thoughts of The Climb