Birds chirping

Dogs barking

Wind soaring

Sun setting

Grass dancing

Trees singing

Rocks holding the ground upon which I sit gratefully 

Bushes shiver

Clouds fade

I begin to shiver just like the bushes

My eyes begin to water

A tree lays her hand out for me to hold

I'm advancing towards it

Avoiding the cacti Mother Nature set here for me

I'm standing face to hand with the tree

There are two blue berries in her hand for me

I'm holding one between my fingers

I try to smell it but I'm sick

I bite into it

I see what's inside

Beautiful but unappetizing

I let it fall

The wind is getting colder

The people below are becoming quite

It's time to go home