As she stared up
At the tall barren trees
She noticed that although
They looked alike
They were all different
Not one solitary tree
Exactly alike
Keenly looking closer
Bark was chipped on each tree
Detailed etchings all different
Dangling skinny branches
Spiritless
The trees seemed to moan and groan
Blame it on the deep, dark, gray, cloudy, sky
Or the chilly, biting, wind
For the coldness she felt inside
Her mood desolate and solemn
Suddenly she is just tired and worn out
As she looked up to see
A plane flying overhead
She sighed and thought; oh why not I
Black birds were flying in unison
Again she thought; oh why not I
Feeling tired of holding on to
Whatever it takes to keep life moving
She felt the need to get away
More space is what she needs
She just can't breathe
She's been holding on too tight
Not letting anything slip through her fingers
She can't hold it all in her outstretched hands
Just like the tall barren trees
They all look alike
Yet they are all different
So too, different is she
Suddenly she is just tired and worn out
