The Day the Tree Stump Came Alive
Most of the fey were sleeping the day the tree stump came alive
She had the most glorious hair, and the prettiest smile.
She gathered woodland flowers and decorated herself.
A handful were silenced by her gorgeous transformation
Will she remain human or resume her life as a stump?
It was a quandary best answered in the future.
She was a story teller, a nurturer, and a nature lover.
They appreciated her, knowing she could change back at any time.
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