The soft grass underneath my feet
The gentle dark sky welcoming
I hardly remembered what this was like.
The lake is calm and there is no breeze.
The water is slightly violet against the blue sky
The Willow tree stands proudly tall
Alas, it weeps.
A train can be heard not far away
And bright flashing lights travel over the lake,
Reminding me of humanly things.
An airplane flies overhead
And I am sure it disturbs the peace,
But turn around and there is a paved road
Leading back to society.
A tear falls down my bare cheek,
The stars that can be seen in the night sky…
I turn to leave.
I must return to my reality,
Where the sounds never whisper,
The lights are never dim.
Where every second is important,
And there is no escape.
I must walk back
To where there are no stars
To where there is no peace
To where there are no willow trees
And nothing left to weep for.