A Tree house

Adrija Dutta, 18MS

14/07/2019

Build me a tree house, tucked in the corner of the woods;

High above the forest trail A secret Latibule.

 

Give me crystal cups to catch the shooting stars,

And a lamp made of moonbeam to light up the glass.

 

Open up the gables to let the fairy folk in,

Pixies and brownies and elves and queens.

 

And a little fireplace to warm up the chilly nights,

A cot made of straw to cuddle to you tight;

 

Will brew us some tea,  poured in glasses for two..

Make me a tree house and I will fall in love with you.

 

 

Build me a treehouse across the merry brook

Far from the madding crowd , where all the whispers troop.

 

Let the echoes pluck the strings, of the canopy chords,

To which the robin orchestrates, the music to it’s words:

 

Open up the window to see the icicles grow,

They chant in the frosty weather, the spells of fairy snow.

 

Up above the sky so high , the countless brimming sea

On sleepless new moon nights our music they shall be.

 

I could be waltzing in your arms ,till the blackness turns to blue

Would you  make me a tree house…. And let me fall for you?