as beautiful as a canary
she flies to the treetops
as happy as can be
she has no reason
but that she can soar
away from her reality

but this is not true
as she is falling
from the clouds
past the trees
what she wanted
she was not a canary

and the shaded sky glares
down at her breathless body
fallen from her  perfect dream
she thinks her last thought
she is not a soaring canary
this is her reality