Underneath the Happy Tree
we build our village:
cozy houses
whose stout roofs never leak,
warm, copper kitchens
that smell of fresh-baked bread,
and bedrooms
with down-filled dreams
folded at the foot
of each and every bed.
We are so snug and smug
sometimes we forget
to look to the sky
and see the souls fly home.
This is for both G-man and his FF55 and Grace at dVerse. Click on the links and check them out. Ok, I missed the dVerse deadline to link up, but you should still go there and check out all the beautiful art work and the talented writers' responses.
