once upon a time…
there lived a girl bound to a tree.
she lived above very high.
and slept where the blue birds fly.
she was yellow and green with jealousy.
of all those who lived on the ground.
she painted red her face, so all could see.
that she was made to be found.
but they never took notice of the tree.
they never looked up to see.
that the map of the world, that was this girl.
was really meant to be.

and there was a squirrel.
with blind eyes and a broken tail.
who kept her company.
that got her mail.
and there she was alone.
and there she was at home.
just her and a friend that couldn’t see.
and all she wanted was to be free.
but this girl was bound to the tree.
forced to hide so no one could see.
by those who used the branches as shade.
and praised the day that the lord had made.

she was held to a standard of height.
she was sure to fall.
and she could fall down so hard.
if she wanted to, afterall.
but she stayed with the squirrel.
and danced in her place.
and wondered what life was like.
when people could see your face.

she was full of truth.
and she believed the lost could be found.
but no one was looking.
no one ever rose up from the ground.
when they looked up they saw only greenery.
when she looked down she imagined their world of scenery.
and she grew weary.
that one day she would leave.
and the world would be the same.
because no one knew her name.

“hold on. my dear, hold on.” said the squirrel.
“i got a love for you, that will change the world.
you are not better or worse then those on the ground.
you are different, but deserve to be found.
granted you are higher, with more view to your being.
but nothing is worth isolation from those who are seeing.”

“i’d love to believe, but i can’t go on.
they put me here, because my voice was strong.
now i am weak because no one hears the girl in the tree.
i am alone cause no one climbs the branches to see.
and i don’t believe in love anymore.
and i don’t want to live above anymore.
i want to be with them.
be exactly like them.
i want to run and play catch with their dogs.
i want to know what grows underneath the fog.
i want to be with a boy and kiss his face.
i want him to want me in his place.
and they say they hold me high.
but pretty soon i’m gonna die.
and never know a single being.
because they were all afraid to fly.”

and while wishes are dreams.
they don’t come true.
she was the only one.
to believe that they do.
and pretty soon this girl fell.
she hit the ground but couldn’t tell.
she ran away, and left the tree.
but soon realized, she wasn’t free.
she was bound by a dream that did not exist.
and found that the ground had much to resist.
this wasn’t so grand.
just mediocre and bland.
so she ran.
back to the tree, but couldn’t stand.
her home was no longer in the tree.
her home wasn’t on the ground, or to be free.
her home was only in her mind.

because no one told her that she was blind.

and not everyone can live happily ever after.