Living on the Second floor.
With windows and doors galore.
Light shines in, all the time
Even at night from streetlights.

Each window view holds timeless delight.
Especially, when birds are in flight.
Gliding sensations flying me
by branches budding blossoming trees.

One has to climb fourteen stairs
Earning their entrance to share,
With joyful friends and feline gem.
Love arises and then descends.

There are no doors of despair,
in this old farmhouse of care.
Carved out by fearlessness
and lots of cheerfulness.

Creating a loving heart is an art.
Sometimes tart always smart.
Keep it open. Experience,
beautiful blooming parts.