I'm soiled

grounded in the dirt

beneath my bruised feet

my skin is sheltered with flowers

my hair glistened with ever green leaves

my eyes reflect the dandelion offsprings dancing in the air

my voice hums along with the wind's lallaby she sings

when nature is sick

she tends the wounds of nature

while I dance for them

I wear water as if it was a dress

spreading its precious remedy

the grass tickles my skin gently

as if I am an instrument

I am the daughter of nature

I protect her

I am here to save her

and if I fail...

I will become the very apple tree

you pass by everyday.