Miss Recluse

Miss Recluse, she walks alone In the woods, all on her own Her hair a tangled mess of leaves Her eyes fixed on the towering trees

She wanders and wanders, day and night Her footsteps blending into the light She pours out all her secrets to the breeze In a frenzy, her heart is at ease

Miss Recluse, she fears the town And the judgment that weighs her down So she hides herself away And to the woods, she finds her way

But oh, how she longs to be free To feel the sun and the sea To dance and laugh and love again But for now, she must remain

Miss Recluse, she dreams of escape But the forest is her only shape So she stays in her secluded glade And to the world, she is not swayed

The piece is created by running a photo collage through two separate AI algorithms.