
In a world of whispers, where shadows play,
I found my refuge at the end of the day.
Beneath the old oak with branches wide,
My secret haven where dreams could hide.
A patch of soft moss, my throne of green,
Surrounded by wonders, a magical scene.
With laughter like echoes of time held still,
I wove my adventures with a heart full of thrill.
There, in the stillness, where sunlight would dance,
I’d lose myself deep in each fanciful glance.
A kingdom of make-believe, safe from the race,
Forever cherished, my childhood’s embrace.