She Must Be Mad

Cloud Walker

I whisper to trees, I laugh with flowers, I fall in love with sunsets, I consult the moon and worship the stars. I dance in the rain and speak to fairies.

I am  the one with wild eyes.  I am the one who knows things before they happen. My roots are deep within nature. My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.

They laugh, they whisper, they only know I am mad with magic.

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