Fern Sit and Think

She climbed up for a better view.

She had been surrounded by everyone else, waiting for her turn to speak, waiting to be noticed.

She had been waiting for most of her life and was done with all that waiting.

From up here she could feel the wind better, see the light better.

With the rush of all the newness, she felt the flush subside.

She decided to sit and wait for the next thing to happen to her.