Tree House (Poetry)

I could so easily make my home up in a tree
take my every comfort from the warmth of wood
much as the birds and other creatures do.

I sense the untold sympathy of crowding leaves
their natural lean towards sustaining light
their talent for design and decoration.

Such perfect architecture can’t be taught in school
it thrives outdoors where wind and sun and rain
modify true structure floor by floor.

So no two mature alike but grow instead
to fit the needs of those who come to roost
in some generous crook swaying freedom-high.

I could, I feel, quite readily adapt
to treelife. Mark time with rising sap
and share that sky-wide vision — find new roots.