The sweet reminiscence lingers around
As I breathe the crisp air.
My lungs exhale, only wanting more of the fresh scent from nature's fragrance, to fill my chest.
I close my eyes, letting my body at rest.
I capture every scent and greens of it,
Until I move forwards in this dream,
where all beauty will soon be turned into a burning lair
For the maleficent and deploring beasts.
All good things come to an end.
But when can this growing nightmare meet its end?