She likes the world she lives in
The trees, the beauty of them, how they do not sin
However the more she wanders through
The more it becomes true
She doesn't interact as much,
She doesn't have the magical touch
But still she be happy
Dancing Through the Trees

The forest is all that she does need
Nothing else, not friends, not books to read
Just the beauty that surrounds
And to walk through the grounds
And she is happy
To Just Dance Through the Trees

Others want company, others seek others
Comfort and sanctity in their sisters or brothers
She doesn't, require things like these
All she needs is her beloved trees
She is happy,
Just Dancing Through the Trees

But she does have her share
Friends who approach her when they dare
And she can speak, and have some fun
Though other times she will simply run
Run to Dance,
Dance Through The Trees...