Will Vs. Reason, Round 1

Chasing the last glint of serene sunlight

I scale your branches not heeding the risk
of falling from your omniscient height

and brittle branches always break with brisk
yet the fissure in leaves is within my sight,

strengthening my resolve to reach the top,

over eagerness may come back to bite,

nevertheless, I am too high to stop;
will and reason engage in a fight

neither wins for a challenger appears;
disaster…indecisiveness my plight
I should not of heeded unspoken fears

In its nest, the bird cries its mourning part
I would of seen light had I heard my heart