Natures Daughter

A spirit laced within lightning. A heart that beats in sync with the storms. Hair that curls as wildly as the vines. A voice that shakes the world like an Earthquake. A fear as quite as a Spring breeze. A rage as strong as a tornado. Her hands tell the flowers where to grow, when to bloom, when to die. The vines and brambles and trees all yield to her presence. The winds listen and obey her amungst their whispers. Yet...

She is powerless.

   
Some of the details are hard to see ;-; Like the lightning wrapping around the torso. I messes up the lightning a bit, but it could be worse. Hope you like it.