That is what she is.
Her presence is
Large and strong, yet blissfully free.
She dances with the wind as her partner.
She sways this way
Gently gracing the world
Below with her
Her laughter travels through the trees,
Bringing the forest
To life with her song.
Gorgeous golden and red leaves
Are the colours of her own
The animals of the forest
Follow her as she skips around,
In her light footprints.
Passers-by from the cruel rain
And she looks after the birds young when the mother is away.
She is the protector.
The music of the forest
Is her melody.
She spins, swishing her skirt
As petals fall from her loose hair.
She is life.
Her hands stroke the trunks of neighbouring trees,
Her hair flying with the breeze.
Her toes sink into the soil,
The circle of life turns with her every breath.
She is playful, she is fun.
She is life which grows in the sun.
She is beauty, she is pure.