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...