The Hut on the Ground
By Stephanie T
Published 16 September 2021
A place to escape from the hurt of life
A place to be free from the work and strife.
My real self may have not been found
If it weren't for the comfort of my Hut on the Ground.
Crickets chirping in the forlorn wind,
Once in sorrow, yet now they grinned.
As I listen to the birds singing loud,
I lie on the floor of my Hut on the Ground.
Hummingbirds, using twigs they made
Their nests, made for eggs they laid.
Yet as I walk into the arousing crowd,
They are ignorant of my Hut on the Ground.
Some day, maybe things will change
and I could go back to the life I crave.
But for now, as my joy goes down,
I am thankful, for my Hut on the Ground.