Dig here, the soil whispers to Lucy until her fingers finds buried seeds that have been choked by weeds. Plant here, the ground beckons until she frees the dirt of rocks and directs the gardeners where to plow. Burn these, says the old woods until Lucy sets the torch that will clear the leaf litter and let trees finally release their seeds so that can grow into strong forests of their own. Lucy listens to nature until flowers grow on her brow, trees dance to her rhythm, and the dryads all call her Kore, the Spring Maid.