The Poet Tree

In fictional

Make believe

I’m climbing trees

To see what I’m unable

To see on the ground

What am I doing up there?

I’m just looking around

Reaching in my pocket

Look what I discovered

Just lying around

Something lost

Never to be found

Held up by a branch

The leaves covering

Camouflaging me

Here comes a bee

Busily buzzing

Makes me bumble

Don’t plan to take a dive

It’s too far down

If I tumble

I’ll crumble

I’m not interested in

Honey

Unless it turns into

Golden Money

I run for shade when it’s

Too sunny

I think about

Giants in the sky

Living in castles

Eating magic

Bean & rice casseroles

Penning my mind down

Into grapevines

To untangle twines

To find

Jack

Alive