Falling From the Trees

There is a girl, falling from the trees, where her comfort and

love once was. Flying down, faster and faster, earth is blurry

in her sight. With a loud dash, she lands on the ground, not

knowing where she is, not knowing where to look. All she

sees is new, because she is new, and treated like a curiosity.

A curiosity that doesn’t fit, and isn’t welcome. There’s no

language she knows that will help her any further, so she

talks with the birds and hugs the trees, longing to go up

again.