Creak. Creak.
Whisper the branches of the tree
Hilding steadfast on a noose
The swinging melody
Drip. Drop.
Scream the teardrops of the eyes
That found the young woman
Swinging so high
Snap. Thud.
As the corpse falls to the ground
No one can look for too long
And no one makes a sound
Sigh. Laugh.
Sings the soul as it flies
Finally, Free as a bird
To soar through the sky
You spelled soar wrong, but thats okay! I liked it, kind'a reminded me of Robert Frost's "Branches" or whatever it was called though. Lolz.