Branches Out

Bright leaves entranced.
I stare down the path,
A line leading down
As if just drawn.

Large branches outstretched.
The path is worn,
Beaten by many who tred;
Many of which, now dead.

Trunk sturdily stands
Beside path drawn
To the dawn all knit,
Appealing I do admit.

But challenging no
I find this tree right here.
Amusingly an endeavor, I dare
Leaping to branch I declare:

“The tree is better I think;
For branch to branch varies,
Lifestyles of the wild and wary,
And aloft is where the sun sinks.”