Beneath this tree a network wends,
Of roots to help me connect to friends.
On open channels, my message goes,
My words upon their way do flow.
A letter takes too long to pen,
Right now this sorrow I must mend.
A tangled web of lies was told,
And here, before our hearts grow cold,
These roots go deep and intertwine
To form a network underground.
Now say the words, turn round the tree,
And send this Witch's thoughts to thee.