A druid is a fantasy character who can cast spells and shape-shift, they love nature and animals, and they often wear green or brown.
They can be elves, humans, or other races, depending on their choice, but they all have a common bond with the earth and its voice
There once was a druid named Faye
Who could turn into a bird or a ray
She liked to explore the wild lands
And make friends with the beasts and the plants
But she hated the cities and towns
Where the people were noisy and clowns
One day she decided to visit a fair
To see what the humans had there
She disguised herself as a maiden so fair
And hoped that no one would stare
She saw many wonders and marvels galore
But she also saw things that made her sore
She saw cages of animals, treated so bad
She saw weapons of metal, shiny and sad
She saw people who cheated and lied and stole
She saw machines that polluted and burned up coal
She felt angry and sad and wanted to flee
But she also felt curious and wanted to see
She wandered around, looking for something good
When she came across a booth that sold food
She smelled something delicious, a pie or a cake
She decided to try it, for nature's sake
She paid with some coins that she had found on the road
And took a big bite, ready to explode
But as soon as she tasted the sweet treat
She felt something wrong, something not neat
She looked at the label, and what did she see?
The food was not natural, it was made with honeybee!
She spat out the bite, and felt a great pain
She realized too late, it was not good for her brain
She started to change, to morph and to shift
She lost her human form, it was too swift
She turned into a bee, buzzing and flying
She tried to control it, but there was no denying
She had broken the rule, the one most sacred
She had eaten something unnatural, something hated
The people around her saw her change and freaked out
They screamed and they ran, they panicked no doubt
They thought she was a monster, a witch or a fiend
They grabbed their weapons, their sticks and their stones
They tried to catch her, to hurt her or kill her
But she was too fast, too agile and clever
She flew away from the fair, as fast as she could
She wished she had never come, she wished she never would
She looked for a place to hide, to rest and to heal
She hoped that the change was not permanent, not real
She found a tree with a hole, big enough for a bee
She crawled inside and prayed, to nature or to deity
She waited for hours, hoping to revert
But nothing happened, nothing but hurt
She wondered if she was stuck as a bee forever
If she had lost her druid powers, her magic and her cleverness
She felt lonely and scared, and wished for a friend
Someone who would help her, someone who would understand
Then she heard a voice, soft and kind
It came from outside, from the wind
It said: "Do not fear, my child, my druid.
You are not alone.
You are not ruined.
You have made a mistake, but you can learn from it.
You have not lost your gift, you have only changed it.
You are still a druid, still a child of nature.
You can still cast spells and shape-shift.
But you have gained something new, something special.
You have gained the power of the bee.
You can fly and sting and make honey.
You can communicate with other bees and form a colony.
You can help the flowers grow and pollinate.
You can be a force of good in this world.
You can be a bee druid."
The voice was soothing and calming.
It filled her with hope and joy.
She asked: "Who are you? How do you know me? How can you help me?"
The voice said: "I am nature.
I am your mother.
I know you because you are part of me.
I can help you because I love you.
I am always with you, in your heart and in your soul.
I am always watching over you, guiding you and protecting you.
I am proud of you, my child.
You have shown courage and curiosity.
You have explored new lands and new forms.
You have faced dangers and challenges.
You have grown as a druid and as a person.
You have become more than you were before."
The voice faded away, leaving her with warmth and peace.
She felt grateful and happy.
She felt loved.
She decided to embrace her new form, her new power.
She decided to be a bee druid..