Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane worked hard in the woods. She faced the cold, the wind, the bears, the loneliness. She arrived in the woods like a little tree, full of young leaves. The coldness of the mountain killed some of her leaves, but it gave her the strenght to face the cold winds.
Jane walked around the flowers and the trees. She started to learn not to be afraid.
Each time a branch would fall on her head, or when she had to carry rocks on her back... each of these transformed her into an oak. But she was still Sweet. Sweet Jane.

Long and lonely nights she wandered around, just with the company of the moon and the stars.

She cried and the warrior heard her tears dropping in the silence of her heart.

Among the tears, suffering, silence and faith, she found the strenght and resistance of the oak and the courage of the warrior. A warrior that lived in the heart made of the most pure unbreakable crystal.

Sweet Jane always plays straight.
Sweet Jane cries like a warrior, is born again like a phenix and can resist to everything like an oak.
Sweet Jane learned everything from the mountains and the woods.

Sweet Jane left the woods and the mountains.
The warrior fights and bleeds.
But she is still sweet.