Years of growth
Cracked
Cut down
To build a bench
To idle one's time
When hiking the ravine
In a sprint
Is too alive
For these old lungs.
Plant me again
Blossom me in new soil
To grow inch by inch
Above the cliff line
And feel Heaven
On the top of my head
And at the heart of my roots
Deeper and Higher and Wider
Than I could ever dream
Sitting here
Winded.