Treehouse

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