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My Tree House

My Tree House

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth – Herman Hesse

The tree house of my garden,

Is a wooden castle to me,    

Above fifteen feet from the ground.  

Nestled between the beautiful boughs, 

It is my cozy comfort home.

Interiors of whose rooms are,

Soothing, subtle, and above beyond.

It is decorated with a pink-flower creeper,

That grew with tree together. 

As the thick branches and strong roots,

Gave home to her like other,

Parakeets, sparrows, and insects.

A wooden ladder hanging from it,

Touch the ground and reaches,

Shadow of the tree at eventide.

It is a perfect spot to read and to sleep,

Also to listen fluttery songs of leaves.

I can also talk to the soul of tree here,

As it listens to me intently, 

And hugs me like a guardian,

Warmly with his arms of branches.

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    April 24, 2023, 6:31 pm

    Very original and simple, from the heart poem. Nice to read and associate with self. Keep going…. Best wishes

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