Inevitably Eternal

Layers of age make her real

Forsaken, she must reconcile 

Or face the wrath of gluttony

From hate, drops safeguards.

If the trees can live and spread

From divine hope to give shelter,

She shares more than her body;

A mind, as it meditates to be true.

Between life and death is a thin line;

Knows she will cross to free her soul!