Starlit tree tops
Swinging in white and black
Cool breezes succumbed by a half moon night
Leaves blowing in the wind as if they were children playing
She sat on that swing all alone
I watched her across the way
Wondering what she was thinking
What would posses her to sit alone
On such a beautiful night
I could have just as easily asked
But I instead choose to sit alone
Just looking at her in white and black
She left
Leaving me to wonder what her name was
while sitting down looking at the light
Bolted to the tree