I walked a lonely path once,
through mountains and valleys,
through deserts and woods,
till I stumbled upon a crooked cabin.

You sat on the front porch,
silent.
Yet you're smiled screamed,
"come in."

And so I did.

The floor was shaky,
and creaked with every step I took.
You offered me a bed,
my own little nook.

I smiled and accepted,
and quietly, I rested.

When I woke in the morning,
I found your on the porch yet again.
You smiled and stared at me and I stared back,
then you asked if I'd be you're friend.

We spent years in the crooked cabin,
painting walls like waterfalls.
Trickling down to the ground.
We planted flowers,
and trees,
and watched the bees,
as they thanked us the flowers,
with golden honey.

I could never leave,
I was at peace,
until one morning,
I opened my eyes...