Rapunzel

Bricks.
Stones.
One after another.
A brick, rough edged and dull.
A stone, smoothed by years of wind and rain.
Bricks.
Stones.
One after another.
She stacks them,
one by one.
Higher and higher she rises.
More bricks,
more stones,
into the air.
Higher, higher, above the trees.
And now she can see everything.
But her hair is too short
to let her climb back down.