I walked to the tree and stared at its greatness. It intrigued me and I wanted to be a part of it. I started at the bottom and made my way up, slowly and steadily, enjoying the climb, enjoying the view.
As I got higher I started to appreciate what made the tree so great, but was also high enough and close enough to see its flaws. The higher I got, the more acclimated I became, the more the novelty wore off.
I've made it to the top of the highest leaf, and though the branches sway, and the leaves shed and change, there is no higher to go. But I miss climbing and I miss the challenge the tree once presented ... and so, unwilling as I am, I must leave the high branches of this explored niche, and find another to climb.
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