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It’s passed down from generation to generation
and though it might seem simple to you and me
their is a knowledge
a method
a spiritualness
an artistry to climbing a tree.

When you find a tree you’d like to climb…you must pause…
as part of the tradition
pause to give thanks for this tree and to quietly ask permission.

For though you are happy to have found a tree that, for climbing, now befits you
you must wait for an answer from the tree…
it is the tree who must permit you.

If there is a nest in the top or it’s branches are to weak 
the tree will tell you now is bad timing
and ask you to come back when the nest is unoccupied
or its branches are more suitable for climbing.

But when you find a tree that is willing
when a tree lets you know it is time
you ascend to the top without effort
as the branches seem to assist in your climb.

And it’s just as important when you’ve finished
when the tree gently sets you back down
to again thank the tree for it’s generosity
the minute your feet hit the ground.

Yes, it seems when it comes to climbing a tree
what’s important is the spiritualness you exude…
It has less to do with your ability to climb
and more with your kindness and your gratitude…

It’s been passed down from generation to generation
and in each generation there comes a time…
when they realize the same magic that works for climbing a tree…
works for whatever in life they might climb.

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