The Girl in the Forest

The wind flies by,
Like my lies,
I bow to the things that I don’t understand.

Rustle, creak, and spin,
I bet I’ll win,
But sadly, the treacherous forest is grand.

I pitter-patter back to my tree house,
And hang my filthy blouse,
So I will always be a great survivor.

All of a sudden I hear a growl,
And I feel a curious prowl,
Breaking my full yet shallow heart of silver.