With bare feet on the earth, she dances free,
A child of nature, wild and free.
Her laughter, like a river, runs so deep,
A bond with nature, secrets she does keep.

She whispers to the trees, the birds, the stones,
And hears their answers in her heart's own tones.
A mystic in the village, wise and old,
Her spirit, ancient, stories yet untold.

She sees the spirits in the flowing stream,
And dances with the moon's ethereal beam.
A guardian of the land, the soil, the seed,
She nurtures life, a sacred, ancient creed.