.
I’ve heard she dwells
On the forest’s edge
Far from prying eyes.
She sits on wells
Casting curious spells
Though no one ever sees.
But children say,
She calls their name,
How wicked they all scream!
What they didn’t see
Was in that tree
Focused and alone
She sits all day
Casting away
All the plights for you and me.
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