Melancholy Hill

Alone was she, until she swam the sea,

climbed every tree, and dremt endless dreams.

She crawled tiredlessly up a hill and fell asleep under a plastic tree.

He had been around more times than the eye could see, 

his heart stricken with melancholy, needing,

wanting the purest medicine,

that he found under a plastic tree.

He asked her about her her dreams, 

she replied that they were farther then they seemed.

She asked him about his dreams, 

he said the dreams were now of she. 

Up on that melancholy hill, 

she began to fall for he,

but possible he for she?

They were sent free from that plastic tree,

she and he,

away from the hill and sailing the sea.