Rain falls from the sky in a clear blue flood of tears, cleansing the leaves and moss of her form.

Awake! She calls. Awake and dance in the green fields sprinkled with colors through a crystal prism!

Her arms are branches, and her body the trunk. Her hair is the dark green of summer leaves, and her gown the soft grey moss. As she walks she wades through the ground as through the salty sea, her feet unseen beneath the waving grass.

Awake! She calls, lifting her rough brown arms. Awake!