Metamorphosis

The day Sally became a tree,
she drank only water and smiled in the sunlight.

Her hair fell like leaves in Autumn,
Her skin, pale and withered young birch bark, was
~beautiful~

in a forest of [fat and gnarled] oaks.

They fed Sally the Tree through root arteries and leaf veins
and braced her frail branch bones with metal.
And upon the highest bough,
Sally the Human sat,
weeping.


A/N: This is my second poem since high school started, so please review and give me some input!

haha. actually, this was inspired by my hair shedding in the shower. xD