Pine trees blowing from side to side.
A storm of miraculous colour brews overhead.
Spokes of cool iridescent lightning cascade through the air
illuminating the gloom but leaving the leaves unburnt
The shimmering lady stood as one with nature.
Her hair shone with all the colours of the aurora.
To some she would be called a hermit, a recluse or nutter
but she had learnt to live with nature, just as she had learnt to live away from society.
Love was her guide now and all her worldly problems had melted.
Sometimes people would visit but most wouldn’t see it.
For those that could it was an experience they would never forget.