#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"


In the embrace of branches,
a refuge, there it stands,
a tree house, my sanctuary,
crafted by my own hands.

High above the world's chaos,
a secret realm suspended,
amidst shimmering leaves,
childhood dreams are defended.

An escape from reality,
where imaginations soar,
where time seems to stand still,
and worries are no more.

A wooden sanctuary of wonders,
where make-believe takes flight,
where a pirate's ship sails,
by the pale moonlight.

Within these walls, stories unfold,
whispers of enchanted lore,
as ancient trees whisper secrets,
to those who dare to explore.

The rhythmic sway of branches,
lullabies of creaks and groans,
as nature's gentle lullaby,
invites slumber to our bones.

Starry nights in nature's embrace,
fireflies dance in jubilation,
as we gaze upon a midnight sky,
filled with celestial constellations.

Oh, tree house, my refuge,
a haven among the trees,
where childhood memories reside,
in the whispering of the breeze.

Through the seasons it stands,
unchanged by time's demand,
a haven for the curious,
a fortress built on dreams' command.

In the embrace of branches,
a treasure, there it stands,
my tree house, my sanctuary,
a testament to childlike plans.


© Rajvik