-Wild Woman-

You've heard her name . But she has no more name. Her home is earth. Sky is her roof. Mud is her floor. She rise to the surface to breathe air.. The rainwater sleeks from her hair. And when she stand on the sea bed, the currents comb her waving hair. Each day, she searches for food in severe humger, she found nothing but a plastic bags in the shore.
Always before sunset,she is back from wandering. Moonlight comes down over the sea and comes inside her too. She felt refreshed because that moonlight brought her food. She found a food in night.
 Finally she found fish in moonlight.
Yes , she is wildwoman.