Come sit under the tree my friend,
You are safe now,
The green shall provide,
This haven of the arboreal,
This grove is for the lost,
The hurt souls of the modern world,
The canopy shall shield you from the rain,
The worlds slings and stones,
The fae among these toadstools shall regale you,
Tales from the many fantastical realms,
You shan’t go hungry,
The fruit of these briars shall provide aliment,
Be welcome my friend,
These boughs are your shelter,
Their shade shall be your shield,
You can heal from life here,
Until you finally decide to return,
And leave this grove in the past.
WorldofHarley 
this is so good! 🙂
Thank you very kindly my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin