03/02/2025
The Treehouse Keep
Perched upon an ancient tree,
A wooden tower calls to me.
With windows carved in shapes so fine,
It stands amidst the ivy vine.
The painted rail, the weathered wood,
A hidden fortress where dreams once stood.
Beneath its beams, the laughter stays,
Echoing through childhood days.
The rope still sways, the boards may groan,
Yet here, no soul feels lost—alone.
A simple home, a sacred keep,
Where whispers rest and secrets sleep.
