Water them gently and tuck in the children Sing to them sweetly, sprinkle their food over their heads Nurturing love, and guiding hands, Whisper the magic words, 'I bid thee, I bid thee, Grow strong and swiftly,' Cozy in their beds, kept warm and safe, This home filled with light and all of the growing green things

You make a wish and blow me free, then curse the spots I choose to be. I spread like gossip on the breeze, what am I that grows with ease?

A grouping of trees, but not by design, a natural place, that can feel quite divine.

I’m named like a monster but fly like a fairy, skimming the water light and airy.

You may be most familiar with the larger version of me, But I can assure you, that I can also be goat-like when seen With my mounted spear and cloven hooves, I delicately pick my way through the forest, My spear highly sought to cleanse and heal Fleet of foot, I flee from those no longer innocent in a sense I am beauty, I am grace, And leave practically no trace Do you know who I am?