Somewhere upstream, There lives a tree, There it stands tall and firm, Its bough spread like an umbrella, Its girth is the size of tens of hand spans, Its bark is thick and layered sought for its therapeutic potency, Its roots sturdy running earth deep, This tree has lived for centuries, Weathered several storms, Legend has it that it's home to mystical beings, Creatures of the underworld, Invisible to the human eyes, Visible to the night watchers.