She chose to walk alone, though others wondered why. Refused to look before her, kept her eyes cast upward, towards the sky. She didn't have companions, only wanted freedom from what she felt were puppet strings. She longed to be a bird, that she might fly away. She pited every blade of grass for planted they would stay. She longed to be a flame that brightly danced alone. Felt jealous of the steam that made the air its only home. Some say she wished too hard, some say she wished too long, But we awoke one day to find out she was gone. The trees they say stood witness, the sky refused to tell, But someone who had seen it said the story played out well. She spread her arms out wide, breathed in the break of dawn, Let of of all she had, And then she was gone...