Climber of trees

she climbs in the trees again
hooting with glee and then
wondering
how high this pine will go -
ah, but not high enough for she
who would climb into the moon,
beyond, if the beanstalk allow -
she's climbing in the trees again,
and though the wind and weight
of the world drag her down,
down,
why, she's upward bound
and no stopping -
branches snap as she ascends to seize
the end from whence she'll start anon:
the tallest mount or moon beneath
her feet before she never bends



// I just can't get this one right