Through loss and Heartbreak i was forged by the trees. To help recover a man's emptiness within. In order to be made flesh I must show my humanity. If planted seeds of doubt, the tree will then grow.

I have wings, but I do not have feathers. I am known for transformation.

Fur of brown or white, Through the winter night I sleep Awaiting the spring

I make crowns, but I do not make candy. People often steam me.

A thief who steals the night. An eye that never blinks. Warmth that brings delight.