I spent a day with thoughts that only my mind could see
Under what is now I'd say a very large tree
Thinking thoughts of my younger years,that only I had seen
When I was a young boy so careless and full of glee
What things this wonderous world had then instore for me
Such a joy it would be for me to once again now see
How I spent my younger days of foolishness so free
Under what is now this large and very old tree
Amongst the blowing and whispering winds
This young boys journeys are so soon to begin
With a new day of thoughts always sure to sink in
As he carefuly reaches for each and every new limb
Another year the boys mind grows a little bit more bolder
The young boy and the tree both grew another year older
Thinking on this day now he may finally reach the top
But mother sees from the window yelling for him to "stop!"
So upset the boy yells back asking his mother, "why?"
Then with that motherly loving,yet old firmilure sigh
She says "because I love you and don't want you to fall"
"Haven't you learned anything in that school at all?"
"Like whatever goes up must always come back down?"
"And the last thing I need to see is you falling down to the ground!"
Upset he climbs back down on his face such a disapointed frown
With thoughts of one day climbing it when she's nowhere around
This is one of those rules that most boys must always break
One day climbing to the top no matter what it may take
To see the world from a new view,and a different height
Sometime when he's all alone out of his loving mothers sight