As I shuffled down the street
I saw something rather neat
Two children climbing up a tree
Laughing and giggling joyfully
They looked like they were in a race
With happy smiles on each face
And up they went so effortlessly
They looked like monkeys in that tree
And as I watched them swing and spring
I remembered a childhood thing
Of climbing up a large old oak
To touch the sky where angels spoke
Oh, what joy to climb a tree
And see the world under me
To perch with squirrels and butterflies
And watch the earth with eagle's eyes
To feel the wood upon my hand
And secretly spy a distant land
To build a fortress in the sky
Where nosy adults could not pry
Yes...
Trees are fun
But now I'm old
And I can't climb one
Or, so I'm told
But, in the memories of my mind
I climb and climb and climb and climb
