The first rule is to be fearless.
Which is why she was the queen.
Why I was never very good.
I had too much caution, you see,
and I’m afraid she had none.
The next rule is to always look up
and sometimes out.
Look out to soak in this view of the places you already know.
But somehow you are so high that this town finally feels foreign.
So you keep looking up
trying to find the next branch.
The last rule is to be free.
For these trees can feel your sorrow.
But they are sturdy beneath your bare feet.