Tree House

Perched high among the branches, the little treehouse sways gently in the wind.
Its walls are made of mismatched wood, patched with love and adventure.
Inside, the air smells of pine and old books, lit by jars of glowing fireflies.
A tiny window frames the sky like a painting—stars by night, clouds by day.
There’s a teacup set for two and a journal filled with secrets.
Birds nest nearby, singing morning songs to sleepy dreamers.
Sometimes, the leaves whisper stories only children understand.
It’s a castle, a spaceship, a pirate ship—whatever you imagine.
And though it’s small, it holds a whole world inside.