The Kind Witch's Brew

In a cozy cottage, deep in the woods, Lived a kind witch who understood That magic wasn’t just spells and such, But helping others oh so much!

Her furry black cat, a purring machine, And a wise old owl, with eyes so keen, Were her partners in potion-making art, With love in their souls and joy in their heart.

She mixed rainbow sprinkles with moonbeam dew, And whispers of secrets, whispered just true. No bubbling cauldron of gruesome stew, But potions for kindness, fresh and new!

A squirrel with a cough, a frog with a limp, A bird with a feather that wouldn't crimp, Each sipped from a vial, so bright and so bold, Their ailments vanished, stories untold.

She’d sprinkle joy dust on grumpy old bears, Who'd start doing dances and throwing up flares Of giggles and laughter, a wonderful sight, The woods filled with happiness, morning till night.

Her magic was gentle, a warm sunny ray, Chasing the shadows of sadness away. For the Kind Witch's Brew, a magical touch, Proved that kindness can conquer and truly help much!