The Mad Treehouse Man

There once was a fellow who lived in a tree
The strangest of men that I ever did see
He sat in his chair
With his long, mangy hair
And giggled and threw rotten acorns at me

Rain

In our suburban life,
The rain is an inconvenience
It slows down traffic
Gets in our shoes
Messes up our hair
But every time it rains
And I step outside
I can't suppress the giddiness
The childlike excitement
Of running through the rain
Shoes in my hand
Arms outstretched
Sprinting to my destination

The rain makes me forget
That I am now grown
Melting away the adult
And revealing the child
That still lives in my heart

My Mother Earth

Now I lay me down to sleep
Upon thy grassy breast
Your flowery breath, it soothes my heart
As I repose and rest

Your trees, my shade, your sun, my quilt
Your earth, my downy bed
My Mother Earth, you comfort me
As I lay down my head