Surveying the land,
From the house in the tree.
Life is so grand,
No one can see me.
Swaying and rocking,
Gently with the wind.
Watching birds flocking,
My fine feathered friends.
Lost in the branches,
Of an ocean of jade,
Far out on the flanges,
Lost in the shade.
Up in the sky,
With the birds and the bees.
I laugh and I cry,
In the house in the tree.
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-in-the-tree/
