• Such a nice feeling,
    Being enveloped by the green arms of life.
    I walk through an unknown world,
    and ponder its mysteries.
    Does the silence resemble one of a funeral,
    Or is it as calm as a sleeping child?
    Will the the dark forage comfort, or destroy?
    Droplets of water fall from the wilting leaves
    of the soon dead trees.
    I walk through here,
    Walking the thin line of life and death.
    An escape, or a prison?
    The soft ground below me is like a bed,
    But could it be a grave?
    I come here to release my pain,
    I lay among the grass to dream,
    The silence is as oppressive as a knife.
    Smothering pain or ignorant bliss,
    I can't tell the difference.
    But it is so nice to be held by the green tendrils,
    when one feels so alone.