Sigrid says write a poem, so I wrote a poem. Well, I tried. This poetry lark isn't easy you know.
Don't extrapolate this...I won't do EVERYTHING Sigrid says. Honest. I am just highly suggestible.
I am from apple trees,
long grass in summers,
Secret paths shaded by beech,
a hidden entrance,
Swinging on the willow branches.
Waiting to see the wizard.