My home

Rough bark hides hollow homes.
Green leaves reflect golden light.
Open doorways display my living home.

Night falls as I climb into a tall tower, growing into the endless abyss.
Stars sparkle in the black blanket known as sky.
But I don’t see it. I only see safety.

The sun rises to flowing pinks and colours pastels would envy.
Petals of early spring fall softer than snow,
The blankets of billion greens wrap the thick trunk of sturdy life.

I see a forest of homes,
A forest of life.
I see a tree of memories,
A tree that shelters me.
I see my home.