#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Wite a poem on "A tree house"
It sat in the woods near the house
Everyone who came by seen it now
w/ a frown
The tree House was always full of her
grandkids
Now it sits empty with no one but
twigs
The wind continue blows with the
wind
The sun still shines through the days
w some sprinklin
Till that yellow and brown butterfly
appeared...