No Control.

It jumped.
It jumped, and lost control.
To fly.
To fly, would be a dream come true.
Don't drown.
Don't drown, she told the mermaid.
Walk slow.
Walk slow & carfully.
The tree.
The tree listents to her weep.

It jumped.
It jumped out of the water.
Don't drown.
Don't drown, the last thing she thought.
To fly.
To fly, if only she could fly.
Walk slow.
Walk slowly, is how you reach it.
The tree.
The tree is what she reached.

And the tree listens to everything...

The End

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