In the quiet of the forest, where the birds sing, High up in the trees, our treehouse swings. Branches cradle our own secret hideaway, A sanctuary where we come to play. With wooden floors and walls that creak, In the embrace of nature, we find our peak. A world above, away from the hustle below, In our treehouse, time seems to slow. Among the leaves, we find peace and solace, Our treehouse, a haven from the noise and malice. With each sway of the wind, we feel alive, In our treehouse,...