She heard the dying poplar speak one day and what the tree said was, "No one listens." * She wrote a poem for this special tree and what was said to her that day and what the meaning was about.
* She's made a wand -- cut from the last live branch of the talking tree, attached a molted Covid feather.
She says she's casting spells pelle-mell and Time's running out.
Thanks for posting my poem and for the photo :-)