Every Time I Climb a Tree
by 3 O'Callaghan

I see green moss and I hear a bird
I see a bird chirping
I like to see the pretty view
I like to see the plants
I see the beautiful green leaves
I feel very small
I smell the soil underneath me
I see a "herd" of lots of birds
I feel so light I want to fly
I think how tall they can be
I see a furry squirrel
I feel as stiff as can be
I find a city/ oh what excitement can that be
I see branches, black birds and nests
I like to jump off of it
I see leaves flying from the tree
Every time I climb a tree.

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Every Time I Climb a Tree
by 3 Makarewich

Arbor Day 2001