In another life,
Another time,
I would have had a treehouse,
A quaint outpost in the woods,
The sun would unfurl,
And I would hide from the bad dreams,
The negative souls,
Secure in my arboreal fortress,
From up there I could see the horizon,
It would call jovially,
And I would breathe easy,
Nuzzled by the skin of oak leaves,
Those stuck in hate below,
They may throw stones,
Take hatchets to the roots,
But nature would prevail,
She always does.
WorldofHarley 
Lovely…I’d like to have a treehouse too. 🙂
It’d be rather nifty wouldn’t it?
The Oldschool Harlequin
My brother, sister, and I had one when we were children. Nothing fancy, just a tiny shack in a huge oak tree, but we loved it.
Oooo, that sounds great. I never had one growing up unfortunately!
The Oldschool Harlequin
My brother was handy with old lumber, hammer and nails. Years later, the three of us still reminisce about it.
I can imagine! That sounds rather idyllic. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
so good! ❤ ❤
Thank you my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin