Safe

The dampness of the earth is reassuring underneath my feet

As I head towards that tree that rises up from the ground,

Dying branches spread far, but spectral and somber against

The vibrant hues of the other trees in full bloom.

Against the backdrop of the noise of the distant stream,

And the gentle breezes of the early spring, 

I wrap my arms around the rough bark and begin to climb

Up its trunk and to the curving branch, perfect for sitting, 

Thinking, and being safe.