Tall Oak

Tall oak climbs
to the sky.

                             Up and up

we go together as one.
We fly

                             higher and higher

There is the tallest tree. I

                             reach and reach and fall.

I grab on. The tree
cradles me
into safety. I am afraid.
I try to let go
then remember my life
will go as
I choose. This tree
has no say in if I am brave
or not.
I will do as I please.
I climb up
into the stars. Suddenly
with a flash of light,
a shooting star perhaps, I awaken.
My dream floats
with the breeze slowly away.
I am left with the feeling of power
over myself
and all below me.

By Thea, grade 7