Spinning In the Woods, Oil On Canvas

I have a vision of her. She is twirling and laughing In a white sundress in the middle of a clearing in the woods. Canopy overhead; sun sprinkling down through. She twirls and dances to her heart's content to an audience of trees and leaves. Her music is silence with an occasional bird call, and with leaves crackling under her feet. Her style is freedom. A no-holds-barred adventure. Her adventure is nature. F*** the city 'scapes. Give her northern lights and mountain heights that make your heart leap; Leap like the way mine does Watching her twirl Amidst the green leaves As they clap and clatter for her In her white sundress and her infectious smile With her arms out wide while she spins. She's in her nature. And she's in mine.