Birch tree

"I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
and climb black branches up a snow white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
but dipped it's top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches."

A photo of a little painting on wood, given to me by a friend and painted by his daughter.