My abode

She raises from the ground
It was flat
Just yesterday
They make the base
Then put her up
They cover her
Warm
On all sides
They cover her head
With something strong
To stay on
For years
They dress her up
In hues
I pick
Her trail is green
The blue sky over her head
It takes months
Until she is ready
For me
She embraces me
With her warmth
She is empty
Ready to be filled
With love
With memories
A million
There are sticks now
Sticking out of the ground
Until one day
She is to be
My abode
My home.

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