I DON’T BELIEVE V-TREE IS DISTORTED

Would you believe, if I tell you
I saw the Whomping Willow
Still, steady and mellow

Would you believe, if I tell you
It took me through a secret passage
From present, yet absent, tract to its historic message

Would you believe, if I tell you
Under it, I saw dogs like werewolves
Transcend immanently as they immobilize

Would you believe, if I tell you
Near its base is a small knot
You sit in the perfect sunspot for a snapshot

Would you believe, if I tell you
Stories told by its twisting-turvy branches
Falls every 3 years and yet every year it grows

Would you believe, if I tell you
I saw it ferociously lashing to shelter
When being struck down, either by rain or lumberer

Would you believe,if I tell you
It is beseeched to give less and take more
Yet it leaves more than just its leaves for us to remember

Would you believe, if I tell you
The trunk is home to crawling ants,
Rustling leaves, humming birds and excited souls

Would you believe, if I tell you
It enkindles within itself a rave vivacity
Being a belief inspirit and natural sanctity

Would you believe, if I tell you
This life, from us, was being snatched away
From the very place of its stay

Would you believe me, if I tell you
There were mechanisms, of all sorts
In play, from protests to dark magic arts
Stop them from cutting
Ward off from breaking the many hearts

But, believe me, I’m telling you
Our Virgin Tree still rests its roots,it halts
For without Whomping Willow
What is even Hogwarts?

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