Since she moved to the forest’s gate
I oftentimes have missed her
Hidden by the wind in the trees
By the branches that grow around her
Since she lives by the forest’s gate
Her skin has turned much browner
Her clothes are like the bark of trees
Her hair has been covered in leaves
From the forest’s edge, the animals come
From the trees the birds surround her
The grass grows wildly beneath her feet
The ivy seems to cover her
The wolves that live in the forest deep
Reach out their claws to take her
She disappears just like a sheep
I never more will see her
Sept 10, 96
