Howling wind
Seeping through the empty branches
Cracking
Snapping branches.
She climbed
And climbed
When the branches were full
And green shaded her face
She climbed to the top
And tears stained her cheeks
She jumped
Hitting branches before she hung
No one ever found her
And the leaves turned orange
As animals scavenged her body
The leaves finally fell
And never grew back
She still sways in the howling wind
As the branches crack
And I was the one
To finally find she who climbed the withering tree
