I climbed my tall brown ladder.
Higher and higher until my chin touched the sky,
And my eyes were bright,
And I could feel the cool breeze against my neck.
But the breeze soon picked up,
And turned into a fierce wind,
That knocked me off of my ladder.
I fell further and further from the top of my ladder.
Until my chin no longer touched the sky,
My eyes were no longer bright,
And there was no sky in sight.
I asked myself,
"Will I fall forever?"
No.
I have finally hit the ground hard.
Harder than I have ever hit the ground.
And I am climbing up my ladder again,
Because I want my chin to touch the sky,
And I want my eyes to be bright,
And I want to feel the cool breeze on my neck.