The Treefort
In the heart of the forest, where the leaves whisper secrets,
Where squirrels build their homes and birds sing their sonnets,
There stands a magical place, hidden from view,
A place where imagination takes root and dreams come true.
It's called the Treefort, a fortress in the trees,
Where branches become bridges and trunks form walls with ease.
The entrance is a hollow, where fairies guard the gate,
And only those with wonder in their hearts can navigate.
The floors are made of moss, soft and springy underfoot,
And sunlight filters through the leaves, casting patterns that beguile.
The walls are woven from spider silk, strong yet delicate,
And fireflies provide the lanterns, glowing softly in the night.
Each room has its purpose, designed by woodland creatures:
The Owl's Library, filled with ancient scrolls and mystical features;
The Squirrel's Pantry, stocked with acorns and honey;
The Bat's Observatory, where constellations are mapped out so funny.
Upstairs, in the treetop suite, lives the Treefort King,
A wise old owl with a crown made of twigs and feathers.
He oversees the festivities, from moonlit dances to starlight feasts,
And ensures that every creature feels welcome at this magical retreat.
Outside, there's a swing made of vines that reaches for the sky,
And a slide carved from bark that spirals down to where fireflies fly.
The Treefort echoes with laughter, as squirrels chase their tails,
And chipmunks play hide-and-seek behind ancient tree scales.
So if you ever find yourself lost in the woods one day,
Look for the Treefort nestled high among the branches sway.
Climb up its ladder of dreams and step into its embrace,
For there's no place quite like it—a haven of wonder and grace.
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Written on October 16, 2023
Submitted by SiDaStuff on October 16, 2023
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| Scheme | XXAA BBCC XXXX DDEE XDXX FFGG HHII |
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| Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
| Characters | 1,727 |
| Words | 318 |
| Stanzas | 7 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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