Let the mind take over the body.

Allow fresh air to come rushing to your lungs.

Breathe.

Begin.

 Soaked in the smoldering sun I see you,

The beads of sweat drip from your porceline skin,

They stain the soil before you,

The ground resembles an inevitable sin.

 I notice roots take form under the gravel,

You look over to me confused,

They grab you and spin like space travel,

I am oddly amused.

 No longer do I hold onto your grapple,

The force between us has dwindled to none,

I taste the last sweet bite of my apple,

What is done, is now done.