A Name, Unimportant

I find her always looking at the sky

the only place she can look and not see trees

overgrowing, climbing and twisting high

wishing to take even the sky into it’s sprawling expanse.

.

wherever we find a break in this continuous forest

her stare won’t break, peering through our small window to the sky

as she watches clouds swim across the stretch of ocean

above us

.

does she wish to fly,

to not be trudging through this forest?

does she hate the task forced on her shoulders,

.

or is it just solace, knowing there is different scenery somewhere else

that isn’t here

.

is it peace she finds, looking at space

that seems to be empty

and not overrun by trees.

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for now, i’ll just let her get her fill 

as daylight fades

and we walk deeper into this endless forest