Thank You, My Dear

by Miya Azid
(Malaysia)

I remember as a child
I loved to climb up tree's
But when I did this
Sometimes I skinned my knee's

But I never let that stop me
Even if blood was seen
I'd still climb that tree
To find a limb, to sit and dream

Of course I liked the big tree's
Because their limbs were strong
I'd find a way to climb up
But it never took me long

I'd use the tree branches
Like people use a ladder
Sometimes it took a while
But that didn't really matter

The only thing that was important
Was getting up that tree
I would sit there so proud
I'd be happy as could be

Now it may not seem like much to you
But to me it was a conquest
I'd climb all tree's one by one
I'd pass each and every test

There was not a tree around
That I had not climbed
I felt so much confidence
I think I could climb them blind

Once I made it up a tree
I'd sit on a limb and dream
Sometimes the view that I could see
Was the prettiest I'd ever seen

I felt so safe and happy
High up in a tree
I felt as if I was in God's arms
That nothing could harm me

Even now that I'm fully grown
I still stop and look at tree's
I sometimes think to myself
I could climb that tree with ease

But of being older
Tree climbing is only now a wish
But I'm here to tell you
My tree climbing days I miss