• She is lying in a dense forest
    Staring up at the lofty canopy above
    Feeling the delicate felt leaves
    And lacy moss
    Upon her fair skin
    The moist drifting vapors
    The air so fresh and pure
    Laden with the fragrance
    Of cedar and pine
    Filling her lungs
    With the energy of pure essence
    Burning away the rooted sorrow
    Burried deep within her heart
    Carrying her away
    To an everlasting forgetfulness and peace
    Cleansing her soul from within