Arborsculpture has been an interest of mine since childhood.
Grow your own home! The title of this piece originated with a poem I wrote at age fifteen, relating to this concept:

Hasey has a second home,
he often sits there all alone.
The walls are made of grass and leaves,
with live trees growing cross for eaves,
and a stream for his running water.
Bare earth below is his only floor;
he finds his food in the forest store.
The sun above is his only light...
to turn it off, he waits for night.

copyright 1970 Rhoda E. Neal