She knows they call her a freak But no one else seems to listen When the trees decide to speak. So who better than the girl in the blue skirt? Bright-eyed, kindhearted, unafraid, Always ready to listen, always covered in dirt. The trees don't care About her dirt covered skirt Or even when she has twigs in her hair. The air was hot and thrumming When the trees told her "Listen, a storm is coming." (this is about a book i read when i was much younger)