Leaves crackled underneath my heavy feet.
Fall filled the air.
Animals scurried to find something to eat,
While I just sat and stared.
It was already October.
Everything was bright, but dying.
I sat high up in a tree
And felt the strong winds blowing.
If only I could stay here,
In this peace and bliss.
If only I could lay here,
Where I had my first kiss.
This is my heaven on Earth,
This is my utopia.
I am staying here forever,
No matter what the outcome.
This forest, my forest
Is all I truly have.
To be free, to be me
I’d give everything.
YOU ARE READING
lost in paradise
Short StoryI have a writers craft course/creative writing course, so each "chapter" is a new little task we had to do.
