My Tree Home
At the bottom of a tree
By the side of a lake
Is a path to my home
In the tree.
A sun beam opens windows;
A moon beam says good-night
In my cozy little home
In the tree.
Roots stretch down as curtains;
Pebbles are my chairs;
And worms are always whispering
In the tree.
The stories that they tell me
I've never heard before.
Oh, how I love my home
In the tree.
Anne Knowles
Photography by Keith Snell
