Up In A Tree Poem by mike ruthenbeck

Swaying, yet sturdy, in the strong breezes
So high I can see the curve of the Earth
The passing of Winter's epic freezes
Is observing Spring's spectacular birth
Swaying, yet sturdy, as the breeze picks up
The sway of the Earth curves too, far below
The birds around me sing out, 'hey! Wassup! ? '
Unsure of the man in the tree, they go
And fly to the boughs over just yonder
Watching with cautious curiosity
I love the way they casually wander
Displaying social luminosity
Remember, you said, 'Ha! That's for the birds! '
Well, I believe you could not be more right
Swaying, yet sturdy, I search for the words
In writing so I may sleep through the night
How little difference, between birds and I
Swaying, yet sturdy, while time goes on by