Forest Girl
Brown tinted skin followed by a hypnotic glow
Her spirit effortlessly glides in the air
Waiting, to be seized by the erratic current
Finally united, with a body harvested from the Earth
Born shapeless, but fashioned by the heavy beatings of the rain
Rough surfaced, but smoothed by years of erosion
Complete, with angelic eyes and copious versatile gifts:
Simpleminded but still aware
Mute but has a reach more powerful than the virtuous wind
Observant but always the influencer
Timid but always willing
Bloodless but still warm
Detached but somehow a part of
Frail but still fighting
And solid but still comforting
As centuries went on
She transformed, body, mind and soul
Into a wise being
A seedling
One that was ready to take on the world once more
And to become one with the forest
The forest is lawless
The forest is within her
This girl is me.