The distance to the ground from this new height
seems miles away, pulled down to earth below
by force, by laws of physics should they know
her weak foothold, even with hands clenching tight.
She sinks down to the next close branch in sight,
her muscles shake and tremble as joints bow
and buckle under pressure as they go
in turn, to scale back down but still not quite.
When almost there, concerned that she might fall,
recoils, and hugs still closer to the tree.
She peeks beneath her arms to view it all,
consider here or there, she wants to be
on solid ground. Time halts its stall,
she jumps, breath held, now able to be free.
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