The House
Deep inside the forest laid a set of houses, its insides felt larger when I stepped in.
From the outsides, green leaf of trees decorates the sky.
The warmth of sunlight flows through its patches.
I was there this morning, right before the sun was fully up.
I have walked inside the house, searching for her, only to find none.
There inside it looks as if the house made from several different pieces of rooms.
Though strange it may looks, pleasant and comfort was all around.
The air was warm, and the ground outside the house was made of rich, fertile soil, with a scattered crumple of grass.
The cheerful shout of children playing tags surround the forest.
It encircle and energize the trees to grow, bigger and bigger.
I wish I had not wake.
I wish I were here forever.
