She sits outside, alone,
waiting for him to return.
Hours pass as she anxiously
checks her surroundings
for his familiar face.
The wind in the trees rustles
thousands of aging leaves,
producing a deafening sound
that fills the crisp autumn air.
She calls his name, again and again,
each time with less and less hope for his arrival.
Soon it is dusk, and although she wants to stay, she knows no one will come for her.
As the sunlight recedes over the treetops and shadows cover the ground, she faces her fear and
flies away.