#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"

You can see the world,
far above the ground.
Carved is a small wooden sword,
attached to the well built wall.

We crawl into imagination,
and crawl out to the world.
I stay though in the station,
not willing to show My face.

When we crawl to the roof,
we sit there in awe.
We see the people,
so very still I wish was the law.

The trees look smaller,
I'm like on top of the world.
20 feet down no problem,
we swore to never pull out the sword.

If we did,
the trees would fall.
The trees hold us up high,
making us so tall.

The trees are the roots to our life,
they are friendly,
and full of blossoming leafs.
Cut em all down and you'll see.
Trials you'll go through if you use a knife.

- Emaleth Zargallows
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