Mother Earth

The outdoors were calming. Soothing. There was just something about that clean, fresh air that could cleanse any dark soul. No matter the years of darkness that soul had. 

The trees, each and every one, all living and breathing. Each gathering secrets from the many, many lost souls that trample through their woods. In the cold, there was nothing, but in the warm, there was waving and welcoming. Warming. 

The water. Clean. Exhilarating. Refreshing. New. The newest thing on earth is water. The ability to refresh minute by minute was alluring. If only we, as humans, had the very same ability. Then perhaps things would be different. 

Nature is all around us. Birds are singing to one another, the wind sighs through the sky. Footsteps of a lonely soul crunch, and crunch, and crunch. Killing many, many, many insects. Ants. 

Bare streets. Two cars. Stones. Picturesque, all the same. Danger lurks around every and any corner, sparing no soul. Everyone is a victim. The young, the old, the fit and the lazy. All races and all sexes. You cannot escape fate. Everyone will betray you in the end, even family. 

Family isn't a decision. It's fate. Bad or good? Bad.