The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held

And then she was gone.


-ginger foutley

The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well

She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held

And then she was gone.


-ginger foutley