Contributor: Kendra Cotton

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I climb so high in this old tree
from branch to branch where I can see.
I climb this tree when I'm sad.
Someone's calling me, it's my Dad.
I climb back down without my frown
until my feet caress the ground.
I left my troubles in the tree
with a smile on my face for Dad to see.
Dad says, "I can see from your smiley face
that you have found my old special place.
You see, long ago the Lord blessed this tree
to take troubles away from you and me!


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