• I am above,swaying back and forth
    A sad thing to look at
    Shaky, skinny, no beauty is in me
    All my babies start to fall-
    Unconscious they lay;
    not green: red, orange, brown

    Now i am a ghost
    Knocking on branches on windows
    Shadows swarm through the darkness
    I sand;alone; I know what goes on
    around me. I peek through windows,
    I know who you are
    I feel movements of nervousness,"Who's there?"
    I wish I could answer; it's only me
    Yet I stay,alone. Keeping
    silent. no one hears me.
    No one console me.
    Who am I?