On the far off edge
Of the steepest rocky cliff
Always there grows
The far tree
Tenuously clinging
Grasping with few roots
Twisted by gravity's fight
Looking up to heaven
Every moment wondrous
On the precipice of life
Where the sun shines e'er
The wind whips unabated
For venturing to the edge
A visage magnificent
The rewarded existence
Of the far tree
On the far off edge
Of the steepest rocky cliff
Always there grows
The far tree