My room is a tree house
Up high, towards the sky, amidst the trees
I live surrounded my leaves
To my left they are red
To my right they are green
Different shades
Yellow and starting to fall
In my room there are books
My books speak of my journey
Books have gone
And new ones have come
Butterflies visit outside my window
While birds visit and perch on the roof
Within my tree house
Transformation occurs
Protected by the bubble
Of nature and energy