Sunlight filters
Across her skin,
Piercing the
Dappled ceiling
To kiss the bruise
She found this morning,
She shivers
At the warmth,
Unfamiliar.
Leaves glisten,
Cascading into
The space around her,
Their dancing ceases
As they blanket the earth
On which she stands,
The birds begin to sing,
A song her heart
Remembers.
Soon she will return
To her gilded cage,
But for now she is still,
Her lungs inhaling
Pine-soaked air,
Her feet rooted to the soil,
In the arms of the forest,
Time does not exist,
All are made eternal,
Her heart beats wildly,
For she is free.