Tree of Poetry

I will climb up my tree of poetry;

Onto the highest branch,

Far into the leaves

Where the birds will sing the thoughts

I, once, could never focus on.

Where the sound of the world

And the sorrows that come with it,

Are far below me.

I will sit atop my tree of poetry

And finally, truly, get lost in the words

I am able to create.

This poem is about: 
Me
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