by FA Paine
At the edge of the cliff, Martin thought the trees could protect him.
"From what?!" The skies would scream back, tempting him to jump.
The flowers would giggle, keeping him trapped from the end of the meadow.
Rain would fall, making it mix with his emotions, until he couldn't tell the difference between his tears and sweat.
The fog mocked Martin, almost choking him when he thought of not jumping.
All but it
All hated him but the trees; the serene, ever-lasting trees.
Just like him, the trees had different branches of emotions, and their loved ones were so far away, yet so close.
At the edge of the cliff
At the edge of the cliff, he decided not the jump, because if the immortal trees protected him from the living things that lasted a day or two, nothing else mattered.
And the cliff just didn't care.