Belladonna Woods

The trees They live in this forest They whisper they breathe Wanderers can speak to the leaves Often times seeking advice For wandering into this forest Many don’t think twice Seemingly there be peace among the green Lures adventurers not so keen Lingers shadows of mischief unseen But the trees they tell the tales Just like men sitting around drinking old ales If ever found without direction One only needs to stop and listen For the trees will make the connection Either to lead the soul back home or drive them deeper into the dark unknown In this forest it is for the trees to decide Who is worthy of their time Fate is determined by the heart Sincerity of the question Is meant to teach important lessons Determined by the trees These answers come with ease Either leading the soul back home Or deeper into the dark unknown