The Hideout

brown wooden treehouse on tree

Deep into that wilderness,
Was our place of happiness,
The place made only for us,
The place made us, feel us.

Our daily hub of great fun,
Stringing all us chums, one,
As florets of a garland done,
Adorning this treehouse spun.

At times sun spills it’s light,
At times clouds spread right?
At times we’re merry, bright,
At times there’s a fuss, fight.
Still we’re together, we unite.

Our lovely, perfect hideout,
No one could ever make out,
A small world that stood out,
On the face of that world out.

Deep into that wilderness,
Was our place of happiness,
The place made only for us,
The place made us, feel us.

Thank you!

Β©2020 Aashi D Parekh. All rights reserved.

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