Rebirth

Haste was about me when I was small.
Climb the highest tree;
no thought of fall.
 
I grew older
My sites did rise.
Climb any tree
no matter the size.
 
As I climbed,
did too my need.
A hungry want
I had to feed.
 
One day I stepped
from high so steep.
A fall that took me
beyond the deep.
 
I found the boy, with tear flushed eyes.
Sites set on trees
of a different size.