It's a long Way from here to there.

              "Tree love?" Merlin puzzled.
              "Yes. I love its trunk and sweet goblets of nectar."
              answered the Witch La Grange; "The grooves in
              the wood. Fill the hollows with water and my thirst.
              Have you not noticed that all that trembles sudsides?
              There stands the overhanging wood with rushing leaves;
              on a steep mountain, old trees with creeking trunks
              and holes that moan and whistle. Gentle winds awaken
              them to deep drones. A strong wind will break them.
              Cracking, they fall to the forest below."
              The Witch stepped closer and whispered, "What is this
              power; that makes things sing through a thousand holes?"
              Merlin laughed at the sky, "It is the breath of the Dragon!"
              The Witch looked up and was swallowed by a whirlwind.

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