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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