Green growing things in the star-filled night

The sound of birds and torches burning bright

The rush and brush of long grass on bare thighs

A long black braid swings in the breeze side to side

A gloved hand wipes her brow and flicks sweat away

The wind blows long and rubber tree leaves sway

The living legend Lara Croft moves past my sight

Green growing things swallow her into ancient night