Just ask my family and friends,
and they'll tell you that I'm to blame.
They will tell you that I am special but,
really think that I am insane.
I have a little ritual,
that I perform each night.
I tell them that I'm going to bed,
and that everything is alright.
I jump out of my bedroom window,
and climb the tree in my backyard.
Where I sit and listen to nature,
while counting all of the beautiful stars.
I always bring a flashlight,
sometimes a snack and a coke.
Then take out my notebook,
and start writing poetry and jokes.
Sometimes I run out of paper up there,
and am too lazy to go back inside.
So I pull the leaves off of the branches,
and continue on with my write.
I often stay there for hours,
until the moon disappears behind the clouds.
In the morning when the sun comes out,
I hear several voices shouting out loud.
Asking me to come down,
before I fall and break my neck.
If that were at all possible,
it would've happened already, so heck!
I continue to sit on my branch,
with my back up against the trunk.
Eventually I start to slouch,
so I start eating some more junk.
I keep myself wide awake,
as I munch on all of my snacks.
Then later on I find myself wondering,
why I have such an aching back.
You may think that I am crazy,
you may even call me insane.
But I am happy here in my tree,
and I love you just the same!
Adding your comment:
thanks for sharing this
Joyce 
