My Tree House

Familiar road to my own happy place

Stairs made from tree trunk to that wooden home,

Under the shade of Banyan tree canopy, 

Sunshine peeping inside morning evening, 

A forest delight sound of beasts haunting, 

The chirping of dawn birds needless of alarm,

Beautiful nature a sight to behold, 

Gathering of friends to play, enjoy, fun,

Open my window breathe wind so pious,

Rain dew drops feel nostalgic muddy smell,

Our sole attraction for the vacations, 

Home alone for me and my brother, 

My childhood with my endless memories, 

That old forgotten tree house my Grany's place,

Still the same today thirty years later, 

When my son's turn to play hide and seek here.