The lowest Branch

My eyes open
As i walk to wards the great oak tree
I see the lowest branch

Like i child i climb
Dancing,swinging,twisting
The sun on my face
What a wonderful world

As i near the top
the branches thin
the support i knew
turns to unstable wires
in a great traipse act

the wind blows a chill
I can see more now
Past the parks too the street
endless rows of concrete
Cold and Grey
but still the sun shines

moving too the top
The solid branches are gone
balancing up wards i climb
i must reach the top
i must see

Breaking through the canopy
i stare outward
my green sanctuary
In an ocean of Grey
But the sun still shines

Its cold now
Staring at nameless people
uncaring buildings
And the sun no longer shines
obscured as it is
choked by the smog

my image shattered
like the breaking of a tree branch
and as i fall i ask
where is my beautiful world

But the sun no longer shines