Promiscuous

Sitting on every mountain top that comes to her

She visits frequently

A whore of nature

Letting every tree branch touch her as she passes through

Entering every cave she sees

A slut of the wilderness

Naked she swims near any pool of water she crosses

Not caring of her safety

A bitch of mother earth

Wondering, who is this whore, this slut, this bitch of the
wild

She is nothing but a gust of wind