If only she knew, what words I spoke. To kindest warrior and Queen of Trees. What does one see, through her family tree…A lady from forest with hair of scented apricot cream. For no name was given to me, just whispers of Stahl and that white Rav 4 as you followed me. To shops where I have clothes to be cleaned, in Knoxfield it be. Smartest in room to remember pen, paper and a smile to be seen.

Her hair be of Autumn, my favourite season