I want to climb a tree

Once upon a 

tree, in the middle of nowhere,

I sat like a sovereign on

her throne. But mounting trees

in forests lush with leaves is 

not feminine in nature.

“Get down from that tree”

I was no longer a royal

of the canopies, and the trunk

frowned as I hugged it goodbye.

No salty tears, just a weight

that pulled me back down

to the safe, dull ground.

Why could I not sit in the tree

with my friends? 

The wind blows through 

my hair and its leaves at once.

Up that tree that is mine

I look with hope that someday 

I may sit atop my tree again.