The Judge On The Tree

I should tell yew of the Judge,
The judge who climbed the tree.
It was not so long ago,
Not like a distant memory
Or an ancient story.
Just a sunny day I remember,
When the judge climbed the tree.
The world turns around and again,
Floats it seems as it spins,
Around the universe, time, and space,
Provides us with this great place.
In it's journey seems no one knows
What will happen if it shows
The meaning of it's quest.
Possibly a giant cosmic jest?
If it decides to stop
And throw us all off,

Like the day the judge climbed the tree.


Jim Hime ©2000