Up From Below
I watched her waving ever so gentle,
From a distance and through the trees,
Trying to keep her chin up
In the hint of a forgotten breeze.
I thought to myself, she's relevant here
Peeking through bare limbs
Clear blue skies way up above
But her head bowed to her chin.
A forest crowding all around,
Creeping up from below,
And I am wishing, hoping, waiting
for a strong West wind to blow.