My Tree House
#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"
Time has never stopped flowing.
Memories between the past and present are constantly gathering.
In the blink of an eye, I've grown up
A house made of wood build on a tree brunch has fallen apart.
Looking at the empty space, the silently falling leaves, it's like when I first received it as a birthday present.
My treehouse is where I used to hide my fear.
I didn't have to act brave when I was in my treehouse.
A house in a tree is where I got my confidence.
Sleepless as I listen to the sound of the wind, in the silence night.
My treehouse makes me feel secured
© Grace Gaye
Write a poem on "A tree house"
Time has never stopped flowing.
Memories between the past and present are constantly gathering.
In the blink of an eye, I've grown up
A house made of wood build on a tree brunch has fallen apart.
Looking at the empty space, the silently falling leaves, it's like when I first received it as a birthday present.
My treehouse is where I used to hide my fear.
I didn't have to act brave when I was in my treehouse.
A house in a tree is where I got my confidence.
Sleepless as I listen to the sound of the wind, in the silence night.
My treehouse makes me feel secured
© Grace Gaye