Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tree House


When I was little I had a tree house

A simple place above the ground

On the leafy arms of a loner tree

On the backyard of family’s old house

Loaded with wild plants, flowers and weeds

That was natural landscape in harmoniously

I’ve been playing in a tree house

A freedom playhouse

A place to curing my sadness

A place to concealing my secrets

A place where fantasies come to life

A place where I can see the sky and clouds more closer

Felt so much joy, restoring my bliss

I’ve been playing in a tree house

The sun beam beautify my tree house

I can listen to the birds singing to the winds

And everything apparently looks different

up in the tree house.

I was remember,

In my childhood escapade

Once I had a tree house

And I would rather play outside

Swinging and climbing up my tree house

All day long,

until the sunshine that enraging all day disappeared.




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