The sky rushed down to meet her
Embrace her slow decay
The roots of Terabithia
Wind round her to this day
The mountains she created
Shrink down to kiss her feet
And everywhere she ran
The soil tastes bittersweet
That day, she cracked her being
Against the sharpened slope
Her fingers gently spasming
Still stuck around the rope
And all the world was emerald
It watched her fade away
The birds could barely look and
The sunshine dropped a ray
While seeing this was frightening,
So grim it took my breath,
Who knew I could be jealous
Of Leslie's perfect death?