If I had a Tree House…

If I had a tree house,
I would make it my home.

I will make it my fort,
My zone of comfort.
To exhale so hard,
Without being too loud.
To breathe in the air-
Cool, relaxing and deep air.
Talking with the leaves,
Making the tree my giant friend,
Spending day and night,
Watching the time goes by,
Following the shadow of the sun-
Watching the moon glow:
And the stars sparkle,
Then, to go dim again-
When the day breaks.

And of course, the clouds-
Oh the clouds!
Making a shape out of them,
Funny, artistic and cute ones.
Adoring them when they cover the sun:
Hating them for blurring the moon,
Loving them even more-
For pouring out the water,
For crying along with my eyes,
For pausing the motions on the ground,
For feeding my giant friend,
I think clouds are my crush:
Since I can feel my face blush.

If I had a tree house,
I would make it my home.

I would never go back down-
To the ground: why would I?
My solitude would be my companion,
My loneliness would be a random guest,
My silence would be my lover,
And my voice would be my unlikely visitor,
Whom I would enjoy occasionally.

If I had a tree house,
I would make it my home.

That will be my forever spot,
By now and then, always.
I won’t grow old for it;
I promise to cherish it-
I swear to perch on it,
With excitement and enthusiasm,
Whenever and however I see it.

If I had a tree house,
I would make it my home.
Forever and always!