Always so observant,
she used to climb up trees.
Her inquiries, convergent,
she loved to feel the breeze.
One such time, down she fell,
her eyes turned into history.
Then her stories she'd not tell,
she was known as Mystery.
EDIT: I added branches and detail to some places. I'm more happy with it like this.
I re-uploaded this deviation, as the previous version was not loading the image. Sorry about that.
(Pencil lines, later erased), Speedball India Ink drawn with a brush
----Art © SB 2013