Oh what a joy it is to leap,
To break away from those chains that keep
You tethered down and blue.
To allow yourself to laugh out loud
In spite of the faces in the crowd
Who wickedly frown back at you.
For to tiptoe onto the branch is really a wish to fall,
And if you must feel the ground to jump then you should prefer to crawl.
I stood there quaking, knocking knees,
As you watched me from the ground,
But I took a step and then again,
And you smiled at the balance I found.
You told me to jump, breath deep and jump,
And now I wish I did,
For I scratched my belly on the branch
As cautiously down I slid.
Good thing my fear for climbing trees is not my fear for love,
For I've leaped into that mysterious thicket and found it as soft as a dove.
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