I feel like making up another one. I'll call it treehouse and girl.
As I stand and you build a house,
up in me I closely watch,
the joy you have and determination in you,
wanting to get it done and built.
Now it's built and climb me,
up to your treehouse with joy,
friends come with while I smile,
I watch you grow in strength and happiness.
Then one day you never came back,
I wait for you and you never did,
occasionally coming by,
then you were gone, my soul had died.
A little boy came and looked up in the tree,
he climbed the first step with awestruck wonder,
came inside and looked around,
my joy refilled and waiting for the laughter.
Sadly, you shook your head,
you turned around and climbed down,
a man with a chainsaw coming for me,
and a tear formed off of me.
He cut me down and shredded me,
but I still remember your laughter little girl,
the fun you had with me, the treehouse, and your friends,
I will always love you, I just wish you came back.