Seeing the moon so high made everything look small,
But from the cliff she could see it all,
one dead oak tree standing tall
They had all left, the family was gone,
there were no friends to speak of,
she hung there alone in the silence,
in front of the beautiful moon lit sky,
She saw the beauty in everything,
but herself
the night was dark and the moon was high,
lighting up the sky shining upon the lifeless body,
In the hanging tree