“Through the soft whispers of the trees. Barefoot she strolls. Echoing, A welcomed, Deep calm within. She plucks memories of her past. The flowering weedy grass. A sprinkle of pure magic, Wishes and her dreams. She closes her eyes and let’s all sink in. A beautiful presence, Felt within. The soft whispers of the trees, A reminder that she is free. A magic presence that is her heart. Plucking memories of her past, The soft whispers of the trees, Barefoot she strolls ” - Herheartsflow