There was a day. I lay on my back between some trees. The sun was licking my face, and we were happy, the trees and I, but some wicked spirit told me about Life. It went to my head. I felt this Life calling me. "I'll be back", I said. They told me to stay. But I didn't. "I'll be back soon" I said, and rushed. This life took too long. The next time I visited my trees, Life had passed from the trees. I fell on the forest floor and cried. I had lost them. I stayed there, crying. The trees had told me to stay, but I didn't. My eyes closed. I could hear thrumming. I was dissolving, I realized. Oh what bliss, to be buried between your friends and have new ones grow on you. Moss grew on my bald head. I opened my eyes, awoken from the dream. The last line because happy endings ARE NOT overrated. :') #ramona
