a Poem by Raquel Swann
The highest branch of the tallest tree
Holds the secret,
Has the key.
I haven’t been that high and I can’t climb
There aren’t answers
And little time.
Oh I how I wish I could just fly
Or stretch my hand
If it wasn’t that high.
I’m throwing all which belongs to me
Now my shoes are stuck
Up in that tree.
There are things which I will not forsake
Maybe I’ll get lucky
and the branch will break.
