Analysis of The Treefort
Silas Davis 2011
In the heart of the forest, where the leaves whisper secrets,
Where squirrels build their homes and birds sing their sonnets,
There stands a magical place, hidden from view,
A place where imagination takes root and dreams come true.
It's called the Treefort, a fortress in the trees,
Where branches become bridges and trunks form walls with ease.
The entrance is a hollow, where fairies guard the gate,
And only those with wonder in their hearts can navigate.
The floors are made of moss, soft and springy underfoot,
And sunlight filters through the leaves, casting patterns that beguile.
The walls are woven from spider silk, strong yet delicate,
And fireflies provide the lanterns, glowing softly in the night.
Each room has its purpose, designed by woodland creatures:
The Owl's Library, filled with ancient scrolls and mystical features;
The Squirrel's Pantry, stocked with acorns and honey;
The Bat's Observatory, where constellations are mapped out so funny.
Upstairs, in the treetop suite, lives the Treefort King,
A wise old owl with a crown made of twigs and feathers.
He oversees the festivities, from moonlit dances to starlight feasts,
And ensures that every creature feels welcome at this magical retreat.
Outside, there's a swing made of vines that reaches for the sky,
And a slide carved from bark that spirals down to where fireflies fly.
The Treefort echoes with laughter, as squirrels chase their tails,
And chipmunks play hide-and-seek behind ancient tree scales.
So if you ever find yourself lost in the woods one day,
Look for the Treefort nestled high among the branches sway.
Climb up its ladder of dreams and step into its embrace,
For there's no place quite like it—a haven of wonder and grace.
Scheme | XXAA BBCC XXXX DDEE XDXX FFGG HHII |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain (57%) |
Metre | 00110101011010 110111011110 11010011011 0110010110111 1101010001 1100110011111 0101010110101 0101110011110 01111110101 01101011010101 01110110111100 010010101010001 111110011110 011011101010010 01101110010 0101001010111110 0100111011 0111101111010 110001001110111 0011100101101110001 11101111110101 001111110111101 0110110110111 011101011011 11110101100111 1101101010101 11110110101101 111111101011001 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,727 |
Words | 318 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 49 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 197 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 41 |
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