she was a tornado in the way
the wind can heal one or destroy cities
she found herself as a woman by nature
her hair as the canopy to her ideas
her eyes the bank to the rivers she's sown
her hands the snakes of the cliffside vines
her legs the quakes rifted to life
the woman saw the mirror as the deepest forest
the eyes inside as the watery caverns
until she turned to find the manmade world
breaking and provoking her chaos
and so she wiped away the trace of them
to look over her shoulder and see the future
was a crowd of misfitted mischief
defiling her flower crown down to metals
they copied her beautiful thunder to their own wretched ways
and lost in the smoke was she.