Here's a poem:

"The Elf"

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
The elf awakens, to start the day,
With pointed ears, and eyes so bright,
He dances forth, into morning's light.

IMischief Maker

With pranks and tricks, he fills the air,
A playful spirit, beyond compare,
His laughter echoes, through forest deep,
As he weaves magic, in mystic sleep.

Skilled Artisan

In workshops hidden, beneath the tree,
He crafts his...