-Waiting in the trees-

A man sits amongst the trees,

Perched up high, arms open wide.

He’s waiting for some good,

So much has already come.

He’s waiting for a miraculous girl,

To imagine all that she’s done.

She’s made up of blank slate—

A girl he wants but could never know.

It works out quite nicely;

He falls in love with a story of his own.

While he’s waiting for some good,

So much has already gone.