Not sure I would like a treehouse or not
perhaps a night with wolf howling in the moon
full or not simply would be shrilled
by just the shriek of shivering
Even the howling wind
would be enough to squeeze through the cracks
blow the loneliness right by
without hands or rumors of those people
Perhaps it could be quiet enough
to listen to snowflakes
as fall sends away the leaves
and treehouse loses its green camourflage
Didn't really want to sit down
when too young to climb around
But is it too old to climb up
when knees gets stiffen
