Greetings everyone,
I am currently still writing the first page of Chapter 4!
But, I had wrote some verse for the trees to sing, and then realised that it wasn’t what I wanted for the book.
Rather than discarding it entirely, I thought,
‘Why not share it, anyway?’
So, here it is:
“And beyond yon meadows bespoken
ere,
The villagers that travel, their chests
bare,
The witches and hags that hang o’er
there,
And those horrid creatures that here
won’t dare.”