In a forest so green, with trees oh so tall, stood a treehouse quite grand, the fairest of all. Ten stories it reached, up high in the sky, and each floor was a wonder, oh me, oh my!

On snowy white days, with a magical glow, Khun Tun would appear, like a friend in the snow. With a beard white as frost and a hat red and bright, he took care of the treehouse, bringing warmth and delight.

Khun Tun had a towel, as blue as the sea, and a broom he'd named 'Whisker,' who danced with much glee. Whisker would swish, and Whisker would swoosh, making the floors sparkle, causing giggles to whoosh!

The first floor had pillows, soft and bright pink. For cozying up during cocoa and drink. The pillows would talk, with whispers so kind, giving sweet dreams to rest on the mind.

Up on the next floor, where laughter would rock, was a room full of puppets, who'd tick and they'd tock. They'd put on shows with giggles and hoots, making stories with magic, in all sorts of boots!

The third floor held books, with tales oh so grand, their covers would shimmer with a wave of the hand. Dragons and fairies, and unicorns too, in every story, adventure would brew!

On the fourth floor, they'd twirl with wonder and glee, a carousel of animals, endlessly free. Rhino and rabbit, and panda and pike, all spun in a circle, what a magical sight!

The fifth floor was for painting, a rainbow of shades, where colors would dance and patterns would cascade. Khun Tun and his friends, with brushes in hand, would make masterpieces grand, and oh so unplanned!

Up on the sixth floor, a grand music hall, where instruments hummed and notes would fall. Flutes and fiddles, and drums that would pound, creating a symphony, a magical sound!

On the seventh floor, a library of dreams, where wishing stars glittered and moonbeams would gleam. They'd read before bed, under soft glowing light, drifting to dreams, so cozy and bright.

The eighth floor was for dancing, twirls and leaps high, with shimmering dresses that felt like the sky. They'd dance around ribbons, with joy in their toes, creating a ballet, beautiful as a rose.

On the ninth floor, a room to explore, with maps and compasses, treasures galore. Pirates and explorers, with quests up ahead, their imaginations lit, their courage widespread.

The tenth was the top, with a breathtaking view, of snowy white forests, and skies oh so blue. Khun Tun and his crew, with friends by their side, watched the snowflakes dance, with warmth and pride.

Through seasons and stories, and giggles so bright, Khun Tun and the treehouse, a beacon of light. Where laughter and warmth were always at play, in their ten-story home, just a snowy day away.