

Tree folkShhh! Do not wake the trees, For a fool is the man that does. These giants are better off asleep. You shall to fear and honour them.Tree folk
The young dryads wake easily. Smooth in their skin and lanky their limb, Far greener their leaves as are their thoughts. They are easily upset by the weather And flail recklessly in the wind; angry! When the sun is bright, they bask and settle But calmest are they in rain, Then they relax and slumber again.
If the young are wild, then their elders have pride. They do not often wake and lucky too For sturdy they are
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