for a while I just sit there,
in the cooling shade of my favorite tree.
everything is perfect.
perfect as can be, under my favorite tree
that loves and adores the company of me.
soon I tire just sitting there,
and so I start to climb
up its smooth, brown bark...up into the branches so high.
I start to slip, but it catches me,
and lets me know I'm safe...even when the wind pushes me,
and when I look out at the sky up high
because its my favorite tree, that loves and adores me.