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Let's Go Climb a Tree

Come my friend and we will find
The biggest tree in which to climb
Where we can touch the sky above
And fill the air with clouds of love

Hold my hand and let us go
To run in grass filled meadow
Raise our arms and spin away
Let’s go climb a tree today

Follow me down a woodland path
Free your voice to sing and laugh
Speak your truth, dance and play
Let’s go climb a tree today

Find that child that hides inside
Behind the walls of fear and pride
Open the door and let them play
Let’s go climb a tree today

Emmalene Taylor


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