O. C. Woods
Housin' Trees - Poem by O. C. Woods
>The has come friend
To settle (or not) next to the forest to mend
Nature is ours now, the red thin line I dreamt about
Wood intertwine our house and a big green root...
The daughter needs Tonari and the ever-uplifting childish art
Running in the new rooms up and downstairs nowadays to heart.
I need you to build it even stronger down the earth
Because the house is dream and the forest close to the stream underneath.
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