The Boy was afraid of climbing hills,

His searing scream, nearing one, was shrill

His mother avoided lifts, slopes and banks;

Was rewarded from him, with a kiss of thanks.

This phobia, of going up, was dreadful indeed,

He said, ascending; he’d rather, to death bleed.

When challenged with steps in front,

He was totally unable, to confront.

One day he heard a pitiful cry.

Caught up in a tree was his cat, Tim.

Determined to save Tim, he put away his fears

Climbed the tall tree, without tears.

The Boy, now enjoys so many new things;

Activities, that great happiness brings,

Climbing, flying high, which he loves,

Seeing magical views, from above.