| Lost Blurs of color surrounded me, They grew on each lovely tree. The sound of a crunch below my feet, Wind in the air like a frantic heartbeat. I turned around to tell my mom, What it was like to feel so calm. But when I turned to see no one was there, It suddenly felt colder in the air. I've never felt quite so alone, More intense than wind could have blown. I was so close to falling, Into a deep state of bawling. But instead I think i'll sit, Sit and wait not throwing a fit. And now I hear rustling nearby, I see my mom and begin to cry. |