She dives into the depths of the forest

On the hunt

For the secrets of the universe

She finds herself

Stumbling across the quietest of corners

Wherein lie the most precious of gems Well-preserved scraps of knowledge 

On the most beautiful brown paper

The ripest of the rarest of fruits 

Dripping in juice and wisdom

She slurps it all up

As it pools beneath her

And she plunges into the warm sweet liquid

Whose current carries her along

Down a river that leads to the oceans within her

She swims in her own womb

Breathing in the darkness, the blacks and the reds 

She comes up for air 

A semiaquatic creature 

She lives on earth 

And above it 

She journeys on

Explores, discovers, creates, observes 

Her keen eye finds all sorts of magic Which trickles in through her pupils 

And settles in her cells

Like little seeds

That grow into the tallest and greenest of trees

A thousand times taller

Than the soft human shell that holds her

So gently

Anyone lucky enough to find her

Will find magic too

In her words, in her art 

In her eyes

And in the forest that grows behind them

Wherein lie the secrets of the universe.