That Is Where the Fruits Are

Most children love climbing trees The higher the tree The more you can see The farther up the tree you go, The more your juices start to flow Excitement mounts as you get high Assorted birds go flying by Busy birds have made their nest To lay eggs for them to rest Before it's time for them to hatch Their mother looks for worms to catch, To feed her growing baby chicks Most children love to climb trees, The higher you go, the more you see, But some children are afraid They see the dangers that outweigh The thrill of climbing way up high On a vast tree that touches the sky. Most of us love all trees, And appreciate the magnificence of all of these Content to stand and stare At a spectacle that we all can share Most children love to climb trees, The higher you go, the more you see Some children climb halfway And get stuck, and have to stay Until someone can come and save As they are not as brave As those who start to climb on a whim, And find they have to go out on a limb Because that is where all the fruits are.