Escaping Reality
I sat by the dewy morning grass,
as a robin drew scrawls in the air
with her melodious voice.
The sun's gaze prickled my skin,
as the breeze twirled between
evergreen leaves of a Willow tree.
Chilly water flowing beside my feet,
we raced each other in the rocky springs,
sitting by the bank to compare the rocks we’d seen.
Drenched in the autumnal winds' cool touch,
we’d dance in piles of fallen leaves.
We stood by the rusty train tracks,
shrubs overgrown between metal cracks,
and picked the wildflowers
to braid in each other's hair.
Yet, they were only fragments of a dream
delicate memories like the petals of
a forget-me-not,
an illusion made to escape the world
we destroyed to reach our aims.
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