Funambulist with Umbrella

It isn't raining, and the sun isn't overhead. It's not just for decoration, though it is beautiful. Balance is imperative and my little umbrella does its best. When I was younger, mama said I was like a bird. While my friends were balancing on fallen logs, I was hopping trees limbs. I've only fallen a handful of times off the railroad tie fence as a child, but it wasn't enough to let real fear settle in. Now as I prance above their heads, I just imagine I'm on a live oak tree limb in the graveyard back home.