The Climb
To climb a tree you must begin
At the stem before you reach leaves green,
And this is where I am;
As I lift my little eyes aloft at the branches
I feel down my spine the chills of calm
And some heat my breath catches as I survey
The perilous and slippery way
That my feet must go!
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