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Melody of the birds

Tall green trees surround me, almost suffocating. As I step one foot in front of the other, I felt an anchor holding me from happiness. The wind and leaves wisped pass me, and I desperately wanted to join them. As tired as I was, I kept dragging the chains, scraping the dirt. At one point in time, I collapsed from exhaustion, but I could now hear the melody of the birds. The songs envelopes me in warmth and comfort and for once, joy. When I looked up, I saw the lights filtering through the leaves of the trees. The wind weaved through the trees but I didn't notice. My chains broke and the wind turned to water. The current flooded the forrest and I was pushed further away from peace. "No please. I don't want to leave!" As I looked back, the birds no longer sung their song. They squawked in terror and fled the scene.