The clothes she adorned were tattered and torn
clad on her feet her shoes they were worn,
her face weather beaten and lined with time
as she braved the seasons `til past her prime.

The sky was her roof over her head
the leaves from the woods made her a bed,
fruits from the trees she ate for food
water from streams she drank when she could.

Her only friends were the beasts and the birds
for them only did she speak her words,
never complaining though wealth she had none
none but the stars, the moon, and the sun.

Time gave her wisdom the woodlands she knew
her days now are numbered all but a few,
she had contentment spending each day
living her life her own special way.