Awakening
Walking along the old, crumbled
stone that shatters beneath my feet
I pause to gaze at the hummingbird
that has stopped to flutter
above the rainbowed wildflowers
That the morning dew has glistened on,
Giving them just enough of a drink
to refresh them
Before the blazing sun
shines down to wither
their petaled bodies
Small animals hurriedly scurry
out of my sight
A nature-made wooden bench
Smoothed from weather-ware
catches my heavy eyes
I stop to rest my aching feet
Still gazing at the peacefulness
that surrounds me
I am lost to this world
As if it were only a dream
I awaken to nightfall
My eyes adjusting to my
surroundings
A small amount of fear wells
up into my throat
I run, deeper into the woods
Each step that I take
upon the beaten, narrowed path
Snaps twigs beneath my feet
Trying to grip my legs
Almost tripping me
As the moon smiles down
With its full, fat face
I look at all the beauty
And I feel...so out of place
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