Among the seas of olive trees,
And in the scents of flowery sweet.
Elegantly dressed a woman sat,
From her eyes tears gently seeped.
She wore a mask of sadness,
Hiding her naturally glowing face.
Fearing ever to show it again,
In such a cold and horrid place.
Though where she was wasn’t cold,
Nor could any call it horrid at that.
She was living in the hills of Italy,
In a small town not seen on any map.
The town of which she lived in,
Was that not like any other.
The people living there were nudists,
No part of them did they ever cover.
She walked about town clothed,
Believing nude living was wrong.
Even though she got sour looks,
Upon her belief she was strong.
Before she was a nudist as a baby,
And she grew this way to be a little girl.
But at the age of seven a family came,
And changed her view on the world.
She was taught by them that the body,
Was a majestic thing at that;
Humans were a clothed species,
Garments belong in our habitat.
When all were bare of clothing,
All are simply the same.
We are robbed of all originality,
And to the world we are shamed.
The girl tried on a small shirt,
Comfortably it fit just right.
As she pulled her first pants up,
Fashion entered her sight.
Parts of her brain were now thinking,
Working when they never did before.
Effectively thinking of clothing,
For of these garments she wanted more!
She began to pool her money,
So she could buy more of these clothes.
Whenever another family came through,
She would buy what they’d dispose.
Her love for the fashion world,
Led her to being a town outcast.
Girls would soon avoid young Catalina,
And from the boys she would be harassed.
This is why we find her,
Crying about her social ordeals.
Fearing to return to where she once came,
And to return to all that was truly real.
So forevermore her cries can be heard,
And they say that her you can see.
The young banished girl sits crying,
Among the seas of olive trees.