Trees but not Stairs

I went to lean
But the wood crutch was gone
I meant to brace my fall
But the banister too was not where it had been
Alone in the open space of myself
I tumbled
Collapsed to the ground
Landing in a field of soft grass that was me
There, nose to the earth
I feel in love with the smell
Until I lifted my eyes
To see much more than grass
And realized that I was meant to climb trees
And not stairs