Hidden in the moss of the swamp a small mallow poppy emerged from the ground, it's leaves baring five points.

It is a quiet feeling. Nothing made a sound, nor a movement which could break the silence. A lone creature was all that the swamp looked for. The expectant chatter of birds was nothing more than a tale; their soothing, melodic song was cut to leave the morning breeze nothing less than cold.

The clear, blue skies and its fluffy, white companion; all seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye. A piece of paradise, unwittingly swallowed and reformed to become the observer. The wind cried as an endless hunger called it, never-ending until it, too, was gone.

The life. The world. It was slowly becoming a white-wash image as all the colour, all the wonder... all the radiance slowly took on the shape of a world other creature.

A creature as divine as the world, fur like clouds and eyes like a cerulean sky.

It was her world, her dream; it was all hers for the taking, even if she did not seek it.

All this, but she was...

Alone.

Like a fire, a rage consumed the air. The colourless sky darkened and a storm rolled in out of nowhere: A life that did not wish to conform. All it had to give was anger as a flash of lightning lit the sky. Unexpectedly strong winds screamed at her. Give it back. The voice could not touch her but the wind rustled angrily through her pure, feather-like locks.

Again the lightning went off, this time lighting more than the sky: a tree. A bush. It wasted no time spreading and growing rapidly until it surrounded the creature. Her pure, blue eyes glowed in the dim world. The life of what was shining brightly with fear. Was the choice wrong?

The raging fire began to consume the world with her at its center. Once again, the world consumed her.

Leaves crunch on the floor

Hoofsteps drawing close now.

Uncertainty. Strike.

The sky was a soft blue with minimal imperfections known as clouds scarring the surface. This day, the sun shined heavier than usual for the mild autumn season. A beautiful day as the cool wind blew gently over her. A bird flying in the sky, high above the land below. A long stretch of green was all she could see when she peered down. Peace and tranquility ran through her very soul.

The shadows of the sky seemed to be falling down upon her as she slowly begun to feel detached. Sharp, coarse movements stung through her very self and she felt herself drifting apart. Two feathers fell from the sky, softly and slowly down onto the swamp below. The wind was no longer a soothing feeling but a typhoon of misery as it separated her further and further. She screamed her agonizing screams that no one could hear.  She wondered why no one aid her calls until the two feathers quietly onto the soft marsh as they clung to each other for dear life. What good was a bird with only one feather?

The bird would surely come back. She waited and waited. Even when the swamp consumed her into its whole; she waited.

Sun moves across sky
Light fades from the world around
Running follows now

Night sky joins the sun
Stars sway among the sun's beat
Arising soon now

In grace, she fell.
The threads of her wings undone.
She had not been saved.
She would forsake the skies and never fly.
Her beliefs crushed under herself.

The marsh was drying.

The land was dying.

Green leaves now lay fallen.

The roots are weak.

The skies are bleak.

The life is slowly stolen.

What was once is now nothing more than a memory.

I open my eyes, and I climb down a tree trunk. Below is a doe sleeping so I jump onto her head. It's soft and cozy so I lay down there as I allow the birds to sing me to sleep.

I open my eyes to find a bird chirping up at me. I lean my face toward the bird, feeling the small paws of a mongoose grabbing at my hair. The bird presses its beak softly against my nose before jumping onto my shoulder, nestling under a bit of hair. I lean back down, and softly close my eyes to the sound of the wind blowing.