Nature's Comfort

I hear the wind whistling through the whipping willow. I feel the softness of a flower petal caressing between my fingers as I walk down the path. I see the sun with its shining rays falling down on my skin. I stop and I see a figure in a distance. So tall, so still, staring back at me. I begin to run as it stands still. No longer feeling the flowers No longer hearing the wind, or feeling the sun on my skin. And I realize that whatever was there is there no more. And I begin to weep under the willow tree. I hold a flower so close to my heart feeling the soft petals soothe me. And I no longer feel the sun but the darkness that has come over me.