Crisp air, fruit is ripening all around me,
Flowers are in bloom, children in the mother's womb,
Birds will whistle and chirp, worms will go beserk.
There's a cat rubbing against my back.
That wall is no longer in-tact.
Moss covers all the ground.
The forest below is covered in floss.
This is an old house, it constantly needs work.
It's been loved by so many, but it's ours now.
Climbing the trees to study and read,
Walking to creeks, so I can succeed,
Everything around me has grown and developed.
This house is old, it's finished growing.
I have yet to grow, and must keep things flowing.