Ruined

Ruined-short story

The skies are grey and protected by a never ending sheet of thick dark grey clouds holding just enough rain that it hasn't spilled yet, though it's right on the edge and you can smell the rain building up. You feel the light chilling breeze across your body and your hair moves over your face that is now pale from the cold. Just as you start to drift asleep in the fresh grass that you lay in, you turn your head to the side and see a drop of water that fell from the sky land ever so delicately on a single blade of grass. In slow motion the drop crawls it's way down the blade reuniting with the earth. You lay there staring at the weeping sky for you've never seen such a solemn beauty that brings such a feeling of peace and happiness that you can't explain. Your attention directs to the whistling wind as it blows through a nearby tree, its branches reaching out and piercing the sky. At the end of a branch there's one single Apple hanging in an everlasting fight with gravity. The branches of the tree swaying in the wind acting as the arms of the tree flailing about, acting as a warning for the nearby storm. In its hopeless attempts to warn people no body can see the message because they can't think beyond what their mind limits them to. The rain begins to pick up density and soaks the dry dirt and grass quenching the roots thirst for water. You begin to feel distant from yourself and everything else, nothing can hurt you. You drift away into a sleep. But you see, this is only a dream, a dream of how you wish the world could be although unfortunately modern day society has ruined this because they can't see beyond what their minds limit them to.