A Meadow and a Cherry Tree

The Meadow and a Cherry Tree

I see the sun's gleam against the dew drops and leaves,
the morning winds whistling through the pink and brown tree.
As the cherry petals fell to the meadow's ground,
I felt the urge to seek for something lost that must be found.
I saw the beauty around me, but I could tell my eyes were wrong.
Something strange about the way the sky sparkled, and the sparrow's song.
The setting changed and I was surrounded by fires.
I was certain, as I stared,  that my eyes had been liars.
I walk through the blazing inferno around me,
wishing to go back to the pleasant meadow and cherry tree.
Alas, as my surroundings switched again,
I go into an endless loop, searching for the place I should have been.
None of it feels right, no place is my home.
I'm longing to find a place where I wasn't alone.
As I stand in each new place, only for my feet to fall,
I begin to wonder if I belonged anywhere at all.
The settings start to blur, hiding some of the nightmare,
only to form again to a place filled with despair.
I recognize the dead trees leaning in around me.
The scene of the dying forest an odd familiarity.
I walk along a path, my feet carrying me without thinking,
that lead to a house and my heart started sinking.
I knew this house, I surely did.
It was my house, and had been since I was a kid.
The memories started to flow and I remember why I'd left.
There had been a robber, there had been a theft.
Someone stole my family from me,  my home, my mind, and my soul no longer free.
So I decided to leave.
The next thing I knew, I was in a meadow with a pink and brown tree.
I pondered once again,
"Oh where could I be?"