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
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,
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