Crime Scene
She was asleep
And it fell upon her
Trapped from life
That left her never
To wake again
It is a still scene, now
Xes on the trees
Still riddled with disease
But will not
Fall now except to mortality
Her home crushed
She will not live there again
The roof is gone, and
The better home will not have her
Again
Unless haunted in memory
The bitterness in life
That will go on
If in arrhythmia
A halting step to pace
The life that will persist
That must
C L Couch
http://abc27.com/2017/05/01/tree-falls-kills-child-at-lancaster-county-campground/
clcouch123 
May 3, 2017 at 1:24 am
A fitting tribute to this poor little girl. At least she never has to find out about being a grown up, being really sick, or how complicated things get. On the other hand, there is so much she won’t experience and the grief of her parents is terrible.
Thanks for sharing this poem and news story. Seems like it was one of those things that happened, no one could have done anything or known.