The soft prickly grass beneath

My bare feet.

The cool steady wind against

My face.

A lone oak in my sight

The leaves were waves crashing

Against the shore.

The bark rough under my

Smooth hands.

Soft breathing tickled

My ear and the bark

Pulsed steadily.

Everything is alive

Everything breathes.

A tear slips down my cheek

As I am pulled away by

The monster of reality.