Ivory

° Deep within an old forest, known for its guardians being ever watchful, ensuring the safety of all that wanders to the roots of the trees and keeping watch over all that flies high above the ground. Only the rustling of the leaves can be heard amidst untouched ground, the wind that gently brushes through the leafs intertwining its gentle sound with the chirping of the birds and the calming splashing of a nearby river snaking its way through the forest, weaving a melody suited for a dance in the cover of nature itself. Nothing is near to disturb the peace, allowing the healer of nature to move along to the song woven ever so gently by her surroundings, both eyes closed, feeling the beating of her young heart attuning itself to all that surrounds her, feeling the ethereal might of mother nature flowing through her very being.