Treehouse

She loved the way she felt

Way up here

Looking out the windows

Seeing the occasional headlights

Breaking through the dark

She loved the way she felt

Way down here

Sitting in the rocking chair

Holding coffee in her hand

Surrounded by the darkness

As it changed to dawn

She loved the way she felt

When she laid down

Memories of many kinds

Formed around her body

Made her smile inside

She loved the way she felt

When she was alone

Way up in the trees

Closer to the God she believes

She loved the way she felt

When she let her words come tumbling

After long last and finally

It felt as if she was breathing

And she loved the way it felt.

Jeanna’ Mead

551 a.m. 10.5.19

Www.jeannasoul.com

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