Toy house

In a curious little house made for a youngster's pleasure,

With walls painted brilliant and windows wide,

There lies a universe of marvel, unadulterated and valid,

Where creative mind meanders, allowed to seek after.

Inside these walls, dreams take off,

As a youngster's giggling consumes the space, light,

Each corner holds mysteries standing by to unfurl,

In this toy house, stories are told.

A kitchen bursting at the seams with rattling pots and skillet,

As little hands make culinary plans,

A casual get-together in the nursery, under the sun,

With soft toys for organization, the tomfoolery's recently started.

Higher up, a comfortable room is standing by,

Where teddy bears and dolls organize playdates,

Under a sweeping post, they share stories untold,

In this supernatural shelter, hearts see.

In the lawn, a swing set influences,

Helping chuckles through the murkiness,

A sandbox loaded up with treasures, covered profound,

Where undertakings stir from their rest.

Through the toy house's entryway, a door lies,

To a domain where honesty won't ever kick the bucket,

Where winged serpents wander and princesses rule,

In a realm worked by a youngster's mind.

So let us appreciate this toy house little,

For inside its walls, recollections enchant,

A shelter of happiness, a safe-haven sweet,

Where youth dreams and dreams meet.