My Mythical Forest

I like to imagine in my head
that there's forest just for me
dark and secluded in my thoughts
entirely isolated from reality

tall trees of green and mossy rocks
with a foggy mist and a magical breeze
as i sit near a shimmering pond
it is so beautiful, i don't want to leave

A smell of pine cones floats in the air
an enchanting atmosphere
freeing me of all despair
i let go, feeling too tranquil to care

with the mystical sky looking down at me
i stroke the bark of an aging tree's trunk
feels gritty to my callused hand
yet just another factor to this spellbinding land

my alternate world seems grim to some
but the real fantasy has yet to come
i wander through this maze of wonder
as i hear a roaring thunder

but my forest is safe from harm
so i calmly weave through the bushes
i discover a group of berry shrubs
and the plants look so very luscious

i pop a single berry from the leafy plant
i touch it to my tongue, and put it through my lips
it is so sweet with flavor, almost like sugar
it tastes like a mystifying lover's stolen kiss

i swallow the berry and keep walking contently
with a whirlwind of light and color engulping my whole body
i listen to the petals and leaves, whisking, dancing in the breeze
i lower to the ground with ease and close my eyes;
the sun will soon be setting, never again to rise

the bright sky is now turning dark
my forest holds a secret, that it won't soon tell
a mysterious aura fills my once peaceful place
as a mournful expression starts to overtake my face

i wearily get up and take one final look at my last refuge
tears sting my eyes and i stroke the grassy ground
i can't believe i must leave already
right when my happiness had been found

never again to experience that clear, sparkling pond
i look up at the gathering of my fairytale-like surroundings one last bitter time
and i once again hear the thunder of reality
because sadly this marvel exists only in my mind