My life  can be explained with only one of my memories.

I was 5 years old looking at a tree. No one near to help or guide,

 I started my journey alone and on my own.

I took the first branch at a chance, I pulled my self up

not even near half, I continue to try. Sometimes I'd trip or I'd slide,

but won't give up yet, not till I could be up high like the others.

I didn't look back, and I continued to rise.

the branches became more divergent spreading out,

I was now like the others and was getting ahead

thinner and riskier than ever before, with little room for mistake.

I didn't turn back,  I continued to climb

reaching the unimaginable top above which others had never even

tried before,I could see everything

A moment was more than enough, and that was all I had

for the next thing I knew with one wrong step

I came tumbling down from what I had achieved

scratched, pummeled, bruised, and scared

till the final thump was felt, and I was left without breath

I didn't stay down I crawled toward the tree couldn't quite catch me

I pulled myself  with it's trunk putting my head to the bark I said

"Thank you for letting me climb to your top,

And the one moment of bliss was worth hassle of it all"

Then I tuned back to home and faded into the shadows,

As the Tree whispered back

"No, Thank you for trying all the way to the end, and

Showing what few people have. The will see things through to

the end"