Belonging Among the Trees

The remote, unkempt road continued on like a vast, bottomless ocean. The ancient, disturbing trees, lure in unwanted suspicions and the inescapable feeling of panic sets in. You look to the sky for reassurance, but cheerless, heavy clouds look on and fill you with despair. Your stomach is filled with fearful butterflies, fluttering around like a pack of confused locusts. Running your hands along the railing, you search in your somber state for anything exciting you once knew. The rusted, contravened, metal lifeline is all that keeps you from falling into a blackened hole, like a lost girl following a rabbit. The old, tarnished bridge towers over you and makes you feel like a young child being scolded for taking cookies from the cookie jar. The cool, fall breeze sweeps past you, bringing the scent of sweet hope past your nose. As quickly as the panic filled you, the warm, anticipated glow of the sun fills you with a sense of peace and belonging. Finally you've made it to the place you've been searching for, the place you belong, the place among the trees.