TREEHOUSE
Illustrations for a poem by Daniel Arco
I'm going to build a treehouse, a treehouse out of dreams
There I'll stay and I'll live
What will remain to live
I'll share my address with David and Sally from school
It will be a paper with an arrow endlessly pointing up
I'm going to live so high up a tree the sky will be my ceiling
And when I look down I'll fell no fear but glee
Because the clouds will be stepping stones and the ground I'll step on.
And I'll hang my clothes on the stars
When I need to be chased I'll tease
And the wind will come chasing after me
When I'm tired and restless and in need of good sleep
The moon will be sleeping right next to me
The rain will be fair and make a deal with the sun
to dry and strengthen the wood
And if I can then I will
I'll move with my new home
slightly higher and higher
And from up there when I look down below
All I will see is time vanishing and turning into smoke
Time will never catch up to me
and no matter when it will be...
If it's when I'm 8. 18 or 80
I will die young
The years will bring different Winters and Springs
And I'll make up the headlines
and I'll turn them into silver linings
But for now
I'm going to nail some boards down
And I'll start building in my sleep