But the tree itself is not the wonder. If you look closely you’ll see a little hole at the tree’s enormous base. Inside is a whole different kind of beauty. It opens up into a cavernous place filled with wonders a child would squeal with in glee.
The walls are carved with pixies and elves frolicking in the woods. Legendary animals play games in the clearing and birds sing in the branches all around this great tree. But amid it all is a little princess who called this place her own.
Left behind were little wooden toys worn soft and smooth with loving use and dolls set about drinking tea. Furniture carved from the mighty walls are fashioned and decorated as any little girl might enjoy. Flowers and pretty soft colours adorn everything from the cushions on her little furniture to a tapestry hanging in the far reaches of the room.
The little princess had come to her little tree house in times of war to forget. To forget that her mother was gone forever and her father was too busy saving the kingdom to remember the sweet little girl who resembled him so.
Instead she made up her own little world where everyone was nice and loved her and never forgot her. There in her hidden place she will always be. In her hidden place she is free.