Vines

As the green swished the wind
Swirling mist, as it grew flimsy
The explosive wind blew the leaves
The undergrowth as green as a bean
The trees as tall as the stars
Making everything seem like an alternative universe
The light swirls as I wander around
The soothing noise of swishing I start to drowse
As I lie on the moss, my eyes fall closed
The stars fade
The world disappears
To the sound of swishing vines