Analysis of Zacchaeus Up the Tree

Still standing.Beside the main street.
Feeling the pulseOf spring rains,
The crown of summer,
The testing pullOf autumn storms.
Children exploreMy limbs and shelter.
Adventurers pass,
Out to new possibilities.
Some, retracing steps
In homeward reunion
Or retreat.

Presently a strange din;
One stalwart man
And His entourage.
Onlookers press in,
Curious and hopeful.
What's this?
Someone scrambles up,
Tugs my extremities,
Scrapes my bark,

Settles,
Balancing to watch.
Much like the children.
(Generations of them.)
I serve their purpose.
I serve his purpose.
Giving the better view.

And the Master looks up,
My Maker.
Issuing the call:
"Zacchaeus, come down.
I will come to your house." (Luke 19: 1-10)

Note: Many a witness accepts rough treatment that others might get a better and redeeming view of Jesus.
 The most necessary and helpful of friends.