To all the trees I've climbed before

Nothing beats climbing, hanging on to or simply lying on tree trunks

Long after you've forgotten about the doll who cried 
When you pressed the round button between her shoulder blades
Who blinked her glassy blue eyes when you bent her golden head
Or your new dress with its fancy pleats
Or even your first glittery shoes with the diamante 
You'd still have the scabs on your limbs to remind you of the times you climbed to the highest branch of the guava tree
Or the fun you had playing 'bus conductor' on the old tapioca plant
Or just hiding between the trunks of the banyan