The Talking Treehouse secrets

In an old forest tall, where shadows creep, And ancient secrets softly sleep, Stood a treehouse, old and grand, A magic place in fairyland.

The Talking Treehouse Secrets it possessed, Sharing ancient stories, truly blessed. Three playful kids, with eyes so bright, Climbed up the ladder, filled with light.

A squirrel, chatty, quick, and small, Whispered greetings, to one and all. "Welcome," he chirped, with bushy tail, "To wonders that will never fail!"

The Treehouse creaked, a friendly sound, As swirling mists began to bound. It gave them safe place always it seems, They flew on carpets, chased starlight beams!

They battled grumpy goblins green, And danced with fairies, a joyful scene. They solved old riddles, wise and deep, While the Talking Treehouse secrets did keep.

Then, as the sun began to fade, The Treehouse gently, softly swayed. It nestled back within the trees, Carrying dreams upon the breeze.

The kids climbed down, their hearts alight, With memories of the magical night. A fun treehouse story, sweet and true, Adventures waiting, fresh and new!