A treehouse, a sanctuary among leaves,
Where childhood dreams take flight like birds.
Up in the boughs, where the world recedes,
In this leafy haven, whispered secrets in words.

Perched high above the bustling ground,
It's a place of magic, where wonder is found.
A hidden realm, in the branches' embrace,
A world of our own, a sacred space.

A hidden realm, in the branches' embrace,
A world of our own, a sacred space.

With boards and nails, we built our fort,
A labor of love, a creative sort.
A refuge from grown-up cares,
Where time would slow, as if caught in snares.

The ladder of ropes, a treacherous climb,
We ascended with courage, marking our time.
Breathing...