feet will dangle
and bells will jangle
when she hears the song of oaks.
she will sing along to love
for they love her voice
her heart is made of wood and bark
her soul of roots and leaves
she chants whispers to herself
sounds she learned from trees
she camoflauges with her smile
her skin, her hair, her toes
but would you know something strange?
that the trees are really her folk?