The Tree House
High in the sky in a tree house the sway
The Tree House
A tree house high, where winds softly blow,
Lives a family happy loving life so.
A family who live, with laughter and cheer,
In their little home, not far from here.
The walls are wood, the roof is green,
A cozy nest where the sun is seen.
Children play, and stories are told,
In their tree house, so brave and bold.
Up in the air, with the birds they share,
A life full of love, with no worries or care.
At night they rest, ’neath the starry sky,
Dreams in the sky, the world passes by.
In their tree house, together they sway
So full off happiness, with every new day
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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