From the balcony, Mrs. Lee watched as her son, Leo, played joyfully in their newly acquired wooden playpen. This intricate wooden structure had become a highlight in their home, not just because of its exquisite craftsmanship, but also for the joy it brought to Leo.

Inside the playpen, Leo explored each wooden slat with his tiny fingers. Sunlight streamed in from the window, casting a warm glow on the wood which emitted a gentle, natural scent, reminiscent of a forest's embrace. Leo loved the sound the wood made, and whenever he tapped on it, it seemed to echo the harmonious rhythms of nature.

The toys inside the playpen, all made from natural wood, ranged from simple blocks to complex puzzles, captivating Leo’s attention. However, his absolute favorite was a little wooden secret box. He often hid his tiny treasures inside and invited his mom for a treasure hunt.

Mrs. Lee would often sit beside him, watching Leo's little adventures unfold within the wooden playpen. She felt proud of her choice; it wasn’t just a play space, but a miniature universe of Leo’s childhood.

Whenever they had guests over, Leo would excitedly show them his wooden playpen and the secret box. Mrs. Lee would smile and say, “This is Leo's special world, and the pride of our home.”