I Live in a Treehouse…

An abecedarian poem — a poem completed alphabetically.

A True Story.

As is Above © Brooklyn Muse

and then I found among the trees

beyond the sky and forest a

crafted home with style and grace

designed amidst the tranquil trail.

eagles floated swiftly above

flying gently on the breeze with

grace, I just knew this was my calling.

home in the woods was to be my

inspiration for my next chapter in life.

just as I began this dream I

knelt in fervent prayer

lovingly,

manifesting this sacred

nest to write and draw and dream.

over the mountain, I saw a new

perspective on my life-

quietly, I reflected and scribed-

reading and meditating in my

soul space each new day.

the trees had the breath of the spirit

unseen to all but me,

voices spoke strongly to my soul.