Growing Versions

a vein of sea you cannot view is buried deep inside of me. the world goes round, the cars rush past, but still the waves churn underground. beyond the where that you can view, there is a place that is deep it holds a mystery that will not be known, it's a secret that I can keep.

A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house, Be sure and wipe your feet house is not my kind of house at all- Let's go live in a tree house. -Shel Silverstein