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She is a lady of the forest,
A woman of the trees,
With leaves grown in her hair,
That flutter in the breeze.
Her trunk is tough and gnarly -
To protect the heart within;
A mighty outward shell,
That clothes her ashen skin.
Her love for nature’s endless,
Unwavering and pure,
So much so she has become,
Part of which that she adores.
A soft glow lightly emanates,
From her body and her face,
Which, behind a barky mask,
She has duly placed.
Her green eyes can still be seen,
And from red lips she sings,
Lullabies and fantasies,
That attract birds in the spring,
And all manner of other creatures,
For which she provides a home,
But when in summer, they move away,
She is left standing on her own.
Apart from random passer’s by,
Who use her for the shade -
Laying upon her twisted roots,
Amongst the grassy blades.
As time moves into autumn,
Her beauty grows and grows;
Full of lustrous auburn colours,
She magnificently shows.
Though good things never last,
And they start to drop and fall,
Leaving her vulnerable and naked,
Against winter she stands tall.
The wind that once washed through her hair,
Now beats her body around,
And though ice and snow may crack her skin,
She never does back down.
For she remembers that if she stays,
Life will soon transcend,
Onto her branches in the spring,
As the cycle starts again.
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