There is a copper eyed maiden of the wild forests of yore

Has never lived in any better place than this fortress before

She's is a child of Earth believer of the Father Sky 

Here she stays as the days seem to drift right by

She doesn't feel neglected not even the slightest at least

For she can feast on the bushes and befriend the beasts

The rivers can teach her how to have patience in huntin'

While plants show how to adapt and use resources given

~Gypsy