Forests Of White Wood

We all dream...

Forests of white wood.

Their pink petals flowing softly to the ground.

The beautiful wood glistens with the light around it.

The gravel paths extend for miles between the long lines of beauty.

The gravel has a pinkish tint to it.

Walking on it makes you feel as though you're in a place of tranquility.

White feathered birds fly by overhead.

The chirping sounds like a lullaby made specifically for you.

Closing your eyes makes you feel like you're suddenly in bed.

You open them.

And here you are, in your cold, dark room.

Confused you lay there.

Without the beauty of the white trees.

Without the comfort of the soft gravel.

Without the calming of the white birds.

You just aren't the same without them.

So you lay back down.

And you stare back at the forests of white wood.

Author's Note

Just felt like trying to write something calming. I hope it turned out well.