Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Sitting in the sunlight,
It's warm on my face.
The grass around me, beneath me, has never been cut...
Virgin grass.
I can smell it, it's nice.
A river passes me, not far away,
babbling to itself on it's way to the sea,
It spills all the secrets of the forest as it meanders on it's way.
I like to listen to it's constant ramblings, they calm me.
It's morning, and the wild flowers are just peeking up to look at me.
They show me their bright colors,
The most wonderful sight.
The trees rustle in the wind, clear, unheard whispers,
Giggling to each other as the gentle breezes lifts up their evergreen skirts.
They reach out to me, filling my nose with their crisp, soft scent.
The air is in constant, lazy motion, roiling and slipping,
Lovingly caressing everything in it's path.
I like the feel of it's fingers on my naked skin.

This is where I have spent my existence, my life.
I have always thought that this was all there was.
This is the last time I will see it.
I know something is wrong, from the moment I open my eyes.
The flowers are hiding, resisting the urge to bloom today.
The water is still, for once not saying a word as it silences it's footsteps across the clearing.
The air is frozen, doesn't even bother to touch me as he stands by my side, waiting.
The world, my world, holds it's breath.

My head snaps up.
Something is coming.
I know what is coming.

My paradise will soon be hell.