Treehouse in the Sky

By Cadey

I wake,
And stare,
Up at,
The moon.

The sun,
Went down
But'll be,
Back soon.

I stand,
I fly,
I look,
Around.

At all,
The things,
Down on,
The ground.

Dust now,
Falls from,
Out of,
My wings.

I try,
To find,
What night
Time brings.

A friend?
A love?
A kiss,
Hello?

Springtime
Giggles,
Or win-
Ter snow?

I see,
Him now,
He looks,
At me.

I fly,
On down,
My heart,
Is free.

My hand,
In his,
Away,
We fly

To my,
Treehouse,
Up in,
The Sky.