Looking up this tall tree, I felt myself shink.
Seeing the delicious fruit,
Wanting to bite into that sweet juice.
I saw a way to climb on the rough light bark and started climbing.
There’s a breeze that feel when up in a tree,
A certain smeel that the leaves give.
When looking down, instead of feeling small, you feel tall.
Now I can touch the furry skin of the plum.
The plum gave off such a scent,
You go into a state of relaxation.