I’ll build my home Within A Tree — And live my Childhood Fantasy.
The leafy branches wet with rain
Would dance against my window pane.
My change of season
Home would wear
A springtime garland in her hair.
Wild with crimson dress for fall– Then in winter with No Clothes At All.
Upon the sturdy limbs a stair, To Climb The Many Stories There
All would be well
With world and me — In my Home…
Within A Tree