A Gentle Ripple

I felt a soft, cool quiver pass through my body, like water shifting on a calm day. When I looked down, my knees were drawn close, resting against the green ground. I slowly extended one rounded hand and let my fingertips touch the flat brown trunk of the tree beside me. The bark was firm and sturdy, quite different from how softly I yield. It was rather pleasant just to feel its quiet surface. and PLEASE DONT COMMENT ANYTHING ABOUT HER EATING TREES!!! SHE NATURALLY EATS TREES!