Little butterflies you be,
as you shelter here on me,
I will hold you in my care
until the Owl restores you there.

I, Treeman, am so very old,
older than the mountains cold,
and I have seen so many things,
now I see you with butterfly wings.

You are safe within my tree,
for I am Treeman - this is ME.

Poem (c) Lokutus Prime
Artwork (c) Leazz