RomeroMustDie

We were sitting in a tree On the first day of spring, No one was around, There was only you and me. I sat on the bottom branch, Dangling my little feet So far above the ground. You wanted to climb higher, So I stood carefully, But didn't follow you. I could tell From the way you smiled, That you wanted me To climb out on a limb, But I refused. I can't do that anymore. I've done that once before, But branches wore too thin, And the one I climbed with then Didn't reach my hand To catch me when The little tree-fingers snapped And I plummeted to The waiting earth below. So, I will stay right here, Holding on to the tree