The wind whipped my hair
Back
and
Forth
Back
and
Forth
Thousands of tiny limbs
Dancing
To
and
Fro
The rain stung my eyes
Like tiny
Little

Nettles
The sky wept
Bruised
and

Bleeding
I climbed the sycamore
Bark stripping
As I shimmied upwards

Slowly
Night crept in
On the back of a robin's wing
Silence
and

the sound of crickets
Ensued.
Stars dusted the heavens
Constellations traced patterns
Above mt head
Dancing figures
and



Twirling colors

I fell

From the tree



To the river
B
e
l
o
w

.

.

.
When I collided
Darkness ensued