That branch that reaches out to beg
Struck me lightly with little noise
Called up mental images of
When i went crashing to the floor

A strange thing suddenly struck me
And took the wraps from a perfect day
That if i had seen myself lying there
I would have left me where i lay

Who it was or how it happened
Would never have entered my tiny mind
So maybe i've found or maybe i've learned
But what i've learned is never easy to find