My safe place

The sun is glowing, blinding me.

I feel the cold breeze brushing my face as I look up to the beastly trees which were fighting, swaying to grasp the closest branch as they tumble to the ground.

They are resting now, I’m being taken away by the grass, it is pulling me, wrapping around my shoes, guiding me away from the exit.

No. I run to the trees, touching them while the wind turns the branches towards me, hugging me as I say goodbye.

I know the trees sent me their billowing leaves to push on my back, they are saying their last goodbyes as I turn away from the magical forest.