Engulfed to Vacant

I’ll take you on this journey;

across warm bars of sand,

over regal mountains resting in the verdant pastures.

Embrace the treasures of soil

beneath your naked feet.

 

As your soul tremors

gazing into unspoiled horizons,

the realm surrounding you

begins to fade:

warm colors painted across exposed skies;

vast piles of soil;

Indigo surfaces

sinking, leaving

yawning abysses.

 

 

To exist in this moment without the serenity of nature

would be depriving my soul of peace.

The earth itself,

is the only thing that keeps me sane.

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