A body of light, a breath of moss,
grown in the hush where roots emboss.
Time fades away, its echoes slow,
she dreams herself where shadows grow.

A leaf caresses naked skin,
the tree looks on, it holds her in.
She breathes in green, dissolves in grace,
as if reborn in nature’s place.

No name, no path – just sound and bark,
a forest pulse, serene and dark.
She rises, falls, and stands again,
the woods her home, her soul, her den.