Frozen

 The winter leaves blew in the wind. Then they broke off the branches.

These leaves should have fallen in the fall, but they hung on until they got frozen.

Was there any point? Just to endure more suffering.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel, just a fall from a tree.

Rock a bye baby, on the treetop

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock

And when the leaves tumble and turn like they do

You shall fall down along with the rest.

But when you're falling and accelerating downwards according to gravity

You decide to make gravity fall the other direction.

So now we all fall upwards in space.

What a strange place this is.

So, I, Norman Holmes, decide to find out for myself

How this mysterious baby's powers came about

When we are all floating about

In this space of space that is in doubt.

Doubtfully, I wonder if this is true

or some strange alternate reality like a dream?

Will we wake up?

What are the laws that govern this land?

Is the baby okay?

Did it fall?

For when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall

And down comes the cradle, baby and all.

But--it never mentioned which direction.

Where are the babies' parents?

Why would they leave a baby on a bough of a branch?

Are they certain the baby is safe or in good hands?

One question only brings up another question.

When will it end?

There is no stopping us now.

'Til we find an answer.