Origin Story

Composed 12/22/15
Description: My dream last night.

A skinny tree
His branches stick out like a mushroom hairdo
He stands in line
Orders a coffee
Vanilla latte with my vanilla beans
He shakes his hair and they rain down
Falling seeds
The kiosk owner hesitates
Shakes her head in ignorance
But I pop up with some how-to knowledge
And a potion book

It takes an hour or so
To gather needed supplies
I explore the lush green valleys
And with pestle and pot
The tree’s latte arrives

Unknown, am I
Until that moment
Impressed, my fellow magic folk

Word spreads throughout the inn
My prestige grows as
Power is gained
As discover, I, my place here
A wild white wolf
Is suddenly tamed

A friend, a familiar
Bonds with me
Witch, potion maker

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