Trees are my refuge,
I climb and I climb
It feels so free,
nothing can see me,
but I can see everything.

Sweet, fresh air
feeling as high as the clouds
Sap on your hands,
brown and sticky,
not fun to wash off.

My sisters and I compete,
Who can climb up the fastest?
Mounting maple trees in the yard,
and skittering up as fast as we can.
I always climb the fastest.

Mom worries that we will fall.
Because the trees are just so tall.
and I climb to the top.
I climb and I climb.
Trees are my refuge.

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Emma Hampston is a freshman at Clayton A. Bouton High School.