Treehouse
By Cassie Ostertag
I feel the wind blow through my hair
I see the tree house up ahead
I hear leaves crunch under my feet as I take another step forward
I smell the wet leaves and wood as I grab on to the railing
I climb to the top and walk all around to view every angle
I look at the leaves in all of their fall beauty
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
Up here I can clearly think with no worry