Clamdens on the seventh floor,
Saturday sun through the door.
Mom flips eggs, Dad reads the news,
Little Johnny ties his shoes.
Windows shut, AC hums,
Balcony door left open—someone…
Oh, Johnny flew like a bird from the rail,
Seven stories down, but the branches prevailed.
Leaves caught his fall, dirt kissed his skin,
Good fortune wrapped him up again.
Hallelujah, hallelujah—thank the tree!
Seventh-floor miracle, wild and free.
Mom on the phone, Dad at his desk,
Deadline Tuesday, coffee’s a mess.
Susie and Betty watch cartoons play,
Johnny slips out—no one sees him stray.
Sirens wail, neighbors shout,
Parents race—fear turns inside out…
Thought we lost him in the blue,
Angels wore green leaves too.
Poolside policeman, off-duty grace,
Smiled and said, “Kid’s got a guardian’s embrace.”