She walks daily amongst the elders of the forest

She is called to tend their wounds

She is one of them, but human, too

She listens, she sees, she hears

And reports back what she knows

But no one really listens to her

No one really believes the truths she shares

She sheds tears for the mighty and the fallen

For the ignorance that will be the end of us all

And dreams of a someday world where trees once again rule

Where we humans believe in their worth

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: forest