Her Nature Unknown

Strands of light
Dance through the branches
of the trees in the woods
Where she has been
Called to consciousness.

Naked and dirty,
confused and disoriented.
Flat on her back,
Cold and hardened.

The wind swirls
through the leaves
Whoooooshhhhhh...
Cold sprinkles drop and
pelt her face and body.

The fog wavering in her mind,
she struggles to clear.
Awareness creeps in...
her mind and her eyes
move into focus.

She blinks at the clearing sky
through the canopy of green.
Her nature unknown;
It seems her petals have fallen.