Once, long ago, trolls did roam
Within the shade of Hawthorn trees
Their laughter echoed, a merry tone
Beneath skies painted with hues of cerulean seas
In the moon's soft glow, they did prance
With mischief twinkling in their eyes
They performed a silly, wild dance
Underneath the starlit skies
Nature watched with silent grace
As trolls frolicked without a care
In this enchanted, sacred place
Where magic lingered in the air
The trolls and trees in joyful spree
Captured by nature's wondrous decree
A tale of whimsy and lightness spun free
Underneath the Hawthorn tree
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The troll still lurks in these woods, and watches over the river passing by.