• Sunlight descends through the open gaps of the tall tree branches,
    Decorating the forest floor in patches,
    A magical and delicate realm of lively creatures and their young, all types of living things,
    Living things from those who breathe through the roots of a tree, to those with a beating heart;

    There is one person who the children of the forest can trust: a lovely young woman, who's dedicated her heart and soul in to protecting the defenseless.
    She cares for every living thing whether it's good or bad, beautiful or ugly, stupid or wise, even the dangerous and the gentle.

    On her body she wears a grass- green satin gown, sewn with flowers and leaves;
    The sleeves are draping and the form-fitting skirt is ornamented with ribbons and lace;
    Designed to fit her natural needs and touch of pesonal flare.
    Her long dark, flowing hair hangs delicately over her slim shoulders;
    Shaping her triangular face;
    Dried leaves woven together, made into a wreathe is tucked behind her tiny ears.

    Together her and the children of the forest skip about and dance without a care in their perfect world.
    At night the forest lays to rest, mothers and their young curl up for a nap next to one another.

    Down on the floor critters are in search of a midnight snack; predators on the prowl.
    Despite the sadness the forest has to offer, those you must say goody-bye to to give this place its life,
    Truly a heart breaking place to call home, but comes morning borns a new day.