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a tree house
In the heart of the forest, so wild and free,
Stands a magical dwelling, a humble tree.
Its branches reach out, like arms open wide,
Inviting you in, to the world inside.
A ladder of rope, leading up to the sky,
To a house nestled high, where the birds fly by.
With windows of dreams, and a door of delight,
It stands as a beacon, in the soft moonlight.
The walls whisper tales, of laughter and play,
Of secrets shared, at the end of the day.
A castle, a spaceship, a hidden den,
A place of adventure, time and again.
The leaves form a roof, in the cool, dappled shade,
A sanctuary where countless memories are made.
In this tree house, where the wild winds blow,
Imagination is the only limit you know.
The sun paints patterns, on the wooden floor,
As the day gives way, to the night's allure.
And under the stars, that twinkle above,
The tree house echoes, with stories of love.
So here in the forest, where the tall trees grow,
Is a world of wonder, that only the heart knows.
A tree house, a haven, amidst the green sea,
An emblem of childhood, wild and free.
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