My desire

Is to be among the highest branches

To jump from tree to tree

Until I scrape the ceiling-

Above all of the romantic neon lights

And sunsets

To where the wind blows

In it's free path

And to where the clouds tease the sun

I want to know all the secrets

But still love the mysteries

I want to fly and play and fall

And trace the sticks of lightning

And paint a tree on my sketches

And you can stay on the ground

And watch the world go