Running through the forest
Skirting up a tree
Finding a hiding place
That works only for me
They walk around looking
For anyone they can find
They can't find me in the tree
They don't look in the leaves behind
Soon I win the game
And seeker I must be
The first place I look
Is my own little hidden tree
YOU ARE READING
Eat, Sleep, Poetry
PoesíaThis is just a little poem book for all my random moments of inspiration. -to my sister Katie for everything you've done for me over the years. I love you and will miss you dearly when you are away<3
