In the hollows, by the creek
she sits and listens to the wild woods
They tell her what she needs to hear,
bringing joy, calming fear
In this place, she will delay
giving heed to all they say
Her heart is wise and mellow
as she beholds the wind blow
it sweeps through her hair
and stills every care.
When she returns and speaks to me
her words are filled with felicity
Her joy is abundant in the room
weaving ecstasy at her loom
And then she leaves, taking her work
to give it all away
then to the hollows she returns
to learn what she may.
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