up in the treetop
my wings flap hard in the wind
whistling to the sky

i cling to the branch
a leaf fighting off the storm
trying to stay green

my little treehouse
with nice big windows for eyes
winks at the half moon

back and forth i rock
on the tree's big black tire swing
a boy and a man

against the tree trunk
blowing bubbles from my wand
magic hits the air

my roots run way down
into the cool deep and dark earth
reaching for my home