Why don’t you tie on your own?

Trim the bushes

My trees are way too high

For falling on your unlaced shoe

You won’t tie

I’ll lose my grip

You’ll cross too hard on that chip

I can’t stand and make a knot

Thus, my knees bow

And I do tangle your laces

Then you arch your grin

I loss on soil

My trees are way too high

Can’t climb

While you extinct on trimmed bushes

I can’t figure you out on your smokes

.foggy: Daily prompt