The trees of the forest stand still
like mighty guardians of the earth
that nurtures and sustains them

The bark of the Aspen
gleams whitely in the moonlight
whispering my name

I am drawn magnetically
to return to the heights
they know as home

where elven spirits live
and serenity reigns
while roots entwine

becoming more
than one alone could ever be

What freedom unimagined
awaits me there

? Michaelette ?