She got lost here once

Ran off into the forest without thinking twice

It was February third

She left, and went onward; forth.


She became one with the woods

She got used to the cold winters

She was like Robin Hood

Who had been withered.


She lived without living

And died without dying

The forest, she then learned, was unforgiving.

Before she knew it she was crying.


She got lost here once

Ran into the forest without thinking twice

It was April third

When her soul went onward; forth.