#WritcoPoemPrompt52


In the boughs of a towering oak,
Where whispers of secrets and laughter spoke,
Nestled high in the cradle of green,
A tree house stands, like a castle serene.

Its wooden frame wears a weathered grin,
With windows to catch where the dreams begin,
A ladder of courage, each step a delight,
Leading up to adventures in morning light.

With walls of stories, old and new,
Painted with memories of me and you,
It cradles our giggles, our hopes, and our fears,
A sanctuary woven from childhood...