She Tosses Her Hair Into the Wind

She tosses her hair into the wind with wild abandon and hope. Her ways wise and wonderful, power tree is as pure as Ivory soap. I stand in the shadows watching, wondering what she will do next. Her movements seem spontaneous, but her mind is complex. She looks so casual, and yet she is always plotting an oak says. I know this is true, she is my sister, her name is Splendiferous Inez. I have seen her in action since I was a wee babe, she is always thinking. Of ways to bring peace and hope to the woods, continually uniting and linking.