She could feel her hair blow softly,
by the breeze that took her breath.
This fall could prove costly,
if it ended in her death.
She was perched in a chair of bark,
her head rested on the leaves.
The stars began to spark,
as she tugged on two coat sleeves.
Her stomach turned and tossed;
her head was spinning.
The night made her feel lost,
and her lantern was steadily dimming.
Sometimes life can get violent,
with all it's roads and realms.
And the only sanity is in silence,
in a world that overwhelms.
One person, one night;
the perfect pit stop.
Through the leaves she saw the light,
she found her smile in a tree top.