Druid from D&D

(This is just a creative poem I came up with a long time ago.  There may have been an intention to create a story around this concept, but I don’t think it got very far.)

Deep within the Umbral Woods
As the morning sun appears
The druid of the dawn awakens
Sitting among the orchids
Where not a petal he has harmed

Carefully he stands
Draped in his mottled cloak
That merges him with trees
Stretching out the kinks
From sleeping on his haunches

A wand emerges from his sleeve
Thin and gnarled by time
He waves it at the orchid
Sending a shower of dew
To the skies above

As the water starts to fall
Feeding its former hosts
The druid drifts away
Stopping at the clearing’s edge
Where he is not allowed to pass

He can hear the orchids singing
While he whispers to a pine
Asking for a precious cone
That gently falls
Into his waiting hand

He mumbles a short prayer
As he taps the cone with wand
Causing both to glow
Bright and amber light
Weaving in the air

With all his strength
He hurls the cone into the air
Pushing it above the trees
Where it soundlessly explodes
Sending seeds to all horizons

The day passes on
As the druid sends more seeds
Orchids and pines
Oaks and grasses
He gives them all a chance to live

A yawn escapes his lips
His energy is spent
The sun sinks into bed
As the druid returns to his patch
To sleep among the purple petals