I'm For Higher Climbs Poem by Mark Heathcote

Like an orchid, my roots are airborne
I'll not let terrestrial earth hold me-
back, I'll neither be lovelorn nor lowborn.
I'm for higher climbs, not a wannabe
there'll be no glasshouse roof for me
my purchase shall have roots in the treetops
in the tropical canopy my florae-
will abode at the highest leaf, dewdrops.
I'll absorb nutrients from the topmost-
bough on native air roots, I'll make my crown
make my orchid family, uppermost:
Kiss my love always on her eiderdown.
Cherish every blossom from her bosom,
and some near-future time, a stateswoman.