Then she was gone...

She chose to walk alone,
though others wondered why.
She never looked before her,
kept eyes cast upwards towards the sky.
She had no humanly companions,
no need for earthly things.
She only wanted freedom,
from what she felt were puppet strings.
She longed to be a bird,
that she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass,
where planted it would stay.
She wished to be a flame,
that brightly danced alone.
She was jealous of the steam
that made the air it's only home.
Some say she wished to hard,
Some say she wished to long.
But they woke up one autumn day
to find that she was gone.
The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But those who had seen it
say the story played out well.
She spread her arms before her,
breathed in the break of dawn.
She let go of all she had,
and then...
....she was gone.