I climbed a tree. I climbed really high. The wind stung my face like a swarm of bees, yet I continued climbing.

I climbed in the cold,
I climbed in the heat,
In the rain, in the sleet,
Pushing my limits to the feat.
When I reached the top, I stood there for a while.
The view was beautiful, the wind was mild.

I fell to my death,
I fell to my grave,
I fell from all that I gave.
All was lost, and to this day,
I weep
I cry
I soliloquy.