Sky High

Roots take hold, burrowing into the ground.
Embedding their skinny bodies deep into the dark abyss
of the dirt undergrowth.
Sprouting, growing, bursting through the earths crust,
invading the atmosphere, the air all around.
Ridges form in the deep chocolate branches,
climbing high towards the sky.
Higher and higher they reach
reaching up above the houses
towards the white wispy clouds
sprinkled across the ocean of air
and the blue canvas of nothingness
where the birds frolick
and screech with excitement
where thoughts are lost
and life is at equilibrium.