Life Bringer part 1

Trisha notices a small leaf tornado forming at the base of a tree. Caught in some odd eddy of the wind that has been blowing all day, the dead leaves are spinning slowly upwards. Deciding to help she runs quickly into it's center and begins to spin as well. She laughs at her silliness as the brown leaves blow upwards from around the edge of her skirt as she spins faster and faster. Her long skirt spins out and reveals her black boots, as her speed increases, it rises to show her shapely calves. Continuing to spin, she raises her arms above her head pointing them at the nearly bare tree.
Surprised, she notices that the leaf tornado has grown much taller than her five foot three and is nearly to the lower branches of the tree under which she is spinning. She's never seen a leaf tornado last this long , or get that tall. Her laughter dies as she notices a tingling in her fingers that is slowly spreading down her arms. She spins faster unwilling, if not unable, to stop. The leaves have reached the lowest branch and to her widened, dizzy eyes seem to be running along the branch, toward the trunk of the tree. She slows slightly to watch, as she slows the leafs' assent slows as well but still continues to rise and run along the branch and toward the trunk.
"What the fuck?" She puzzles under her breath as the leaves then start to run up the tree to the next branch and out along it. Fully engrossed she continues to spin slowly, watching this oddity of wind eddies.
"If I stopped then they would keep going, it's just the wind, I'm not doing anything," she tells herself as she continues to spin anyway. The tingling in her arms is growing more intense, almost to the point of pain.
Suddenly, she stops. She watches the leaves which immediately falter and fall to the ground.
"The wind must have died," she states, just to notice how wrong she is by a gust that blows her long black hair into her face.
Closing her eyes and grinning at her stupidity, she starts to spin again. Head tilted up so that she can feel the warm fall sun on her face, she raises her arms that are still tingling slightly, and begins to spin again.
Throwing all she's worth into it her speed steadily increases, the tingling in her arms again reaches the threshold of pain. The grin slowly fades and a look of intense concentration falls over her features.
With a gasp of pain her green eyes fly open as the tingle turned hurtful shoots from her fingertips down to her toes. She stops spinning and collapses on the soft green grass at her feet trying to rub everywhere at once and numb the pain.
After a moment she gets herself under control and looks around.
"What the fuck?" She whispers again. The green grass she is sitting on was dead and brown under the leaves just moments before. It is in a small circle around her. Hesitantly, she spreads out the hem of her skirt, the circles match.
Raising her eyes to the tree above and in front of her, her jaw drops. The tree above her is alive again, the leaves gone from it's base have somehow reattached themselves to the branches. Green and practically glowing against the backdrop of the sky the tree has the look of spring.
"What the fuck?" She asks again, a little louder this time. She stands up quickly, takes a few steps and then falls back to the grass, dead grass this time, unconscious.

*As my first attempt to compete with Specter I think it completely unfair that I have to follow such a poem. This is also the first attempt I've given stories in a while so please forgive me any and all short comings, such as those found in the quality.*