She whispers to the stars and birds that live in the night sky
"Take my hand, let me fly with you. Oh please. This tree that I'm standing on can only go so high..." She reaches to touch the sky, but falls short...yet again.
And she is stuck gazing, but never close enough. And is left still trying to fathom, to accept...that she will never be high enough. Her hope leaves, taken by thieves in the night.