My Thinking Tree

There is a place i used to go a place i longed to be i remember it like yesterday and hold it dear to me it is my young thinking tree when i mustered the courage to give climbing a try my Dad boosted me upwards and i felt like i could fly it is my early-start thinking tree when i was still a child i would explore the top to the best of my ability pretending to be Indiana Jones and sparked by curiousity it is my adventurous thinking tree but it earned its worthy name by the long hours i'd spend just sitting and pondering as assurance it would lend it is my motherly thinking tree in later life stages of trouble and resent my tree would embrace me in loving branches of consent it is my protective thinking tree or i would recall life's simple joys remaining there all day and also its misfortunes hoping forever there i could stay it is my day-dream thinking tree when time came to leave the house one fateful summers night i passed an hour in that tree then finally bid it good- bye it is my dear friend thinking tree often i'd return home to find it there and in joyful amazement i'd gaze at it and stare it is my memorable thinking tree my chest would pound my heart, skip a beat smiling at its inviting colors sending tingles to my feet it is my wild, impulsive thinking tree but after seasons faded many a time over again my tree grew old and ill its sickness, i could not mend it is my weathered thinking tree and upon that dreaded day when my tree, dead it lied part of my childhood taken away when with it, my heart died it is my sorrowful thinking tree long years passed until the end did rise my time had come as the light leapt from my eyes and as i traveled through sky to heaven i was bound something caught my attention i couldn't believe what i had found my thinking tree alive as ever my good and faithful friend hoping for my company and waiting until then as i grasped it tenderly and flung into its arms salvations light spread over me home was finally where my heart was but this was not the end there is yet more glee to the story for my tree no longer had room for only one but now seated many to share in my glory it is OUR timeless, life-giving thinking tree