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.