Surveying the land,
From the house in the tree.
Life is so grand,
No one can see me.
Swaying and rocking,
Gently with the wind.
Watching birds flocking,
My fine feathered friends.
Lost in the branches,
Of an ocean of jade,
Far out on the flanges,
Lost in the shade.
Up in the sky,
With the birds and the bees.
I laugh and I cry,
In the house in the tree.
Sounds like a beautiful place to go, to get away from craziness for a spell, could use a place like that myself right now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How wonderful, living in a tree just like the birds. A bit chilly here in the UK though, but love the idea. Beautifully written.