“Make room for the mushrooms to grow, treehouse!”
“Wasp, in the corner, you must go, as this is no place for you to stay!”
“It needs to be a safe place for kids to play!”
“Through the windows there, you can see the wooded neighborhood.”
“The gentle creaking sound of the swings, brings such a nostalgic feeling and rhythm to my heart that sings!”
“Green grass is poking through the earth, making fun of the bald trees and eagles, alas, that grass is full of merry mirth!”
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Cute. I love the shrooms 🍄
Adorable poetry 😊
This is lovely! And I love the photo, too.
I love this! That photo is so great 😍 What a fun adventure for the mushrooms and the little bumblebee- 🌸🌻💐💫🧡