I Live in a Treehouse.
An abecedarian poem — a poem completed alphabetically.
A True Story.

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.
why have I been drawn here, so blessed to live this life?
xanadu — my idyllic home —
yes, I have found my heaven here,
zen tranquility found my spirit.
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