You should build a house like that,
Rooms in the gaps—live like birds,
Safe from cats. Weave a tight roof
From live limbs, let them rub up,
Rub off bark, each grow with each,
And then lie down in the dark,
Dry shade that you have not made
But helped, helped to make—bent, steered,
You might say—and let raw growth
Take care of the rest. That’s all
You have to do to get us
To grow a green room or two,
To grow our green rooms for you.
Pleach these lines; we’ll cinch the rest.
