She wears brown clothes Her hair is long and grey Her room is filled with smoke and she is sitting right in front of the fire She has a pipe that she might be smoking She talks slowly and uses her fingers to express herself clearer She doesn't need to look at you to see you Her vision is clearer than a young mind's She whispers, with her eyes closed She draws your family in the smoke, cures you from your illness with her herbs She doesn't need your money, because she has no use of that She doesn't want to leave her cave because her mountains with the snow tops and her rivers give her health, vision and tranquility You have found out about her from your own blood running through your veins She speaks to you in your dreams You hear her voice when someone is sick She speaks through you You can't find her, but she always finds you She sings, but you cannot She smokes but you do not She is very old and wise and you are young and eager to learn She moves slowly