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The sun's rays warming Earth
Nature Na I have no cares
Then a sound so unpleasent
And a black scratchy figure
The wind whirling underneath it's body
It circles over top my head
Screetching at me
Then he flys off into the woods
I follow him
Running threw weeds and webs
Branches stopping me
The scratchy figure figure still in front
It gets darker and colder
It can no longer feel the sun
Another sreeching sound
Then nothing
I can not see the scratchy figure
Nor the wind whirling under him
His last screeching sound still echoing
It's dark and shadowy
There is little light
Coming from...glowing mushrooms
The trees moan and they seem to talk
I close my eyes and listen
Then once again silence
I feel warm and start to open my eyes
I see...home
My garden, my small pond
Was it a dream?
The things I saw...a dream?