#228 To The Pine Tree

I knew that once I pounced into
The air with only thoughts a few
To find the tree beside the roof
Within my sinister years of youth

The tree it would not move to me
It would stand still so solemnly
Three meters from the place I leapt
Into the space of spawning depth

And yet I knew it would not flee
Away from my leap to this tree
And thus I did have no regret
When I to this big pine tree leapt

And landed on its solid spine
Down the pine I didn't climb
But slipped, and grasped, and fell, and slid
To the pine tree - jumped I did