• A dream.
    Caressing light filters through the loam-green trees.
    Breathless.
    Sweet air invites you in;
    the neverending comfort of knowing where you belong.
    Distant.
    Chickadees call to you,
    their song light in the cautious breeze.
    Walking.
    Pineapple-brown needles cover the fluffy cloud you're floating on.
    Snap!
    You aren't ready to go,
    not yet.
    You plead,
    Holding onto the memory of the river,
    the trees,
    the serenity.
    Fainter...
    Quiet...
    Reality.