I'm the house who relys on nothing,
The payments are useless,
The nature is my music,
My lights flicker while I sing.

I am a mess,
But a mess of pure art and beauty.
If the furniture were less,
I'd be a lot more roomy.

I dont wanna be quarantined
beside each home,
And be lit up by those bright lights.
I wanna be where the animals roam,
With the wind so we can fly quilted kites.

I love to see humans run free,
With acres of country land.
Humans climb those tall trees,
And the neighborhood rumbles with there
Gatherings counry band.

While my humans dwell in
there house during the midnight darkness,
I lye awake admiring the empty roads,
And the whistling of the little girl
who sits there on my deck wearing a naturalistic dress.

What a beautiful place live at,
I hear the neighboring humans wispers and laughs, watching the football game,
and the little boy humming like a bee.

Be free,
Be peaceful,
Hug each tree,
The country is so gleeful.

- Emaleth Zargallows
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