#WritcoPoemPrompt52
When you're up in the trees,
You're staring through windows,enjoying the breeze.

Breathing in tree house means you're embracing the nature,
You're inferring the benevolence of the creator.

Sounds of birds chirping while wind rustles the leaves,
And you're glaring at these breathtaking scenes.

Through the large window you're overlooking at your favourite lake,
And you often see there duck and drake.

You discern on the drowsy lights along the paths that are dim and pearled,
You really get the sence that you're just floating, and you're in a different world.

© Mehack:-)