Green hair and green eyes
Not much that comes as a surprise
A druid, loving nature is what I do best
A fluid part of finding rest
A pet parrot named barnacles
A snake named slither
These are a few names for my people
A staff I use to cast Moonbeam
To destroy those that side with Cabiri
Away with those binders
Monsters that do not have fur
A gnome on a mission,
To save those less powerful, people call minions
At the side is a tortle, a dwarf and a furbolg,
A bard named Bart that is always cold
Did I mention a water genasi that I can't control?
For me, my intentions are to save all the critters
The ones with no voice and fall to offenders
I get my power from the circle of land
Healing spirit that I placed in quicksand
To heal my brothers and sisters on the mission today
Hopefully, in the Tomb of Annihilation, we find our way
Through the city of Chult
Where the rebels sulk
One hundred degrees and still moving
Keeping a pace and it's grueling
My little gnome feet are tired
Maybe after today I can retire
I just have to stop and look for inspiration
With every step that gives an abrasion
So I look to my friends in every tree
And try to think of how I will set them free
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