Paintbox

Turrets

I didn't enclose myself in a box,
I didn't build protective walls out of bricks,
I made myself a turret,
And topped it with sticks.

It has cracks and holes,
Like most things do,
But it's weaved with flowers that can peak through.

I can paint all day,
Read all my books,
And if I feel like it you can join too.

The sun can beam in,
And the rain can drip down the glass,
The fire keeps me warm,
As I wait for the storm to pass.

And it has a door,
With a lock and key,
So I go outside,
And retreat inside from the whistling trees.

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