Sky Gazing

Up high

a helicopter is away

nobody can find her

she's been missing 

for over a day

Running until she finds the tree

she climbs 

until she reaches the canopy

looking over the city

Her family, very worried

they've been searching 

all day and night

Night turns cold

she can hear them

drawing more 

and more near

they shine a light, 

but nothing goes through.

The leaves are too dense;

so she will just stay,

you see,

inside the sycamore tree.

She waits for the sun to rise

there's no light

no voices

nothing in sight;

no choices.

Bones turn to bark.

She is staying

with me,

inside 

the sycamore tree.