Nature is alive

When I don’t have to

Lose the rights to my body

Is when we are equal.

Why are we not equal yet?

When I don’t have to

Be scared of walking alone

Is when we are equal

Fall has finally returned 

From a 

Long, 

Long   

Trip. 

She arrives at our doors, 

Hair like lightning

Sprung from her head,

In her garden she chased

Spirits of the dead.

"The keeper of the ghosts!"

The townsfolk would cry,

And from foggy windows,