The Little Boy and The Tree

The little boy looked up at the great branches above with reverence and awe through his little yellow visor. Excited, the little boy took his shoes off, placed them neatly at the base and prepared to climb like he had never climbed before. Clutching the ridges of the bark with feet and hands, He felt intrepid and daring—an explorer in the deep jungle. But a wrong foot here and a missed grab there and the little boy fell on the seat of his red pants. He started to cry but saw the branches, arms welcoming him to climb, climb again.