In a realm where dreams may soar, Above the clouds, where eagles roar, A tree stands tall, its branches wide, A secret house within does hide. A reader finds a tranquil spot, In sunset's glow, all else forgot, The pages turn, the story grows, As twilight's curtain gently flows. Birds take flight in evening's dance, Around the tree, they weave and prance, A world aloft, where fancy's free, A reader's nook, 'twixt sky and tree.
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