At that the tree responded thus,
As nature often does,
In ways unkown to you or me,
without a bang or buzz:
It whispered in a gentle sigh,
That only she could hear,
For Charity had cared for it,
From then and through the years.
She took the wizard by the hand
And led him to her door,
"My friend," she said, "wants you to leave.
That and nothing more."
Furious he stormed from there,
A seething, fuming mess,
"This little girl is far too wise.
Power, she does possess.
"Perhaps I've been too lenient. Yes,
I really am quite soft.
I think it's time to step things up,
My will, I send aloft."
And so he brandished wicked tools,
And summoned up a spell,
A terrible and dreadful curse.
The clouds began to swell.
"By nature's cause, a natural end
To every thing in sight.
A storm of coldest magnitude,
To turn this green town white!"