As you awaken,
You feel the cold ground underneath you.
A slight breeze caresses your skin and the sunlight is warm on your face.
A blinding light greets you as you open your eyes.
They slowly adjust to the brightness and you get to see a blue sky above you.
The wind carries small clouds.
They have a long journey ahead of them.
You wonder what kind of places they might get to see on their travels.
But only the wind will be able to tell.
You lay there for a few seconds,
Listening to the chirping of crickets and the singing of birds.
You bury your hands in the dirt below and push yourself up.
Before you is a wide open meadow.
White and blue flowers grow in clusters.
Shadows cast by the clouds move across the land.
The blades of grass sway softly in the wind.
A few leaves flow past you from the willow trees that are scattered in the landscape.
A little creek cuts its way through the tall grass,
Making its way downhill towards the edge of a forest.
You step forward slowly,
Making your way across the meadow.
The grass slightly brushes against your ankles and you can hear the bees buzzing from the flower heads.
The wind carries towards you the smell of a campfire.
As you approach the creek,
The gurgling of the water running across bare rocks becomes louder.
A few strands of algae clinging onto the rocks sway in the stream.
The water is clear.
The ripples glisten in the warm sunlight.
You step into the water.
It's cold,
Yet refreshing.
Constant flow of water has smoothed the rocks underneath your feet.
They are slightly slippery as you follow the creek downhill.
The water rumbles up at your ankles before flowing around them,
Softly brushing over your feet.
As you follow the creek downstream and get closer to the forest's edge,
You hear a soft rumbling echo through the forest.
You step out of the water,
Following the sound across the meadow.
The ground beneath your feet changes from grass to a soft mossy bedding as you head into the forest.
The sunlight glistens through the thick treetop,
Through the thick treetop,
Creating kaleidoscope patterns on the forest floor.
Here,
Where the trees are,
You can hear the songs of birds even more loudly.
A little sparrow flies past you.
Come across a little lake the creek feeds into.
The water surface shimmers from the few rays of sunlight that fall through the leaves.
A couple of fish swim smooth shapes inside of the water.
Some water lilies float on the surface above.
You follow the edge of the lake.
You end up at a small river mouth that flows out of the lake.
Soft creaking has gotten a lot more prominent now.
Your eyes follow the curve of the river as they land on the outlines of a little hut tucked away behind the trees.
Intrigued,
You step forward,
Wading through the water of the little river.
Rumbling becomes louder as you gain ground closer towards the hut.
That's when you spot a waterwheel spinning slowly at the side of the house.
The wood creaks,
Its petals splashing as they hit the water's surface.
Moss and algae have overgrown the slowly rotting wood.
And although old,
The waterwheel keeps going,
Busy as ever.
You stare,
Fascinated by the water droplets dripping down the old petals.
Like streams of glass,
Glistening droplets forming strands.
They remind you of home,
Of the beauty of the world you come from.
And so you decide to go back and return.
You lay down on the soft moss,
Making yourself comfortable.
The rays of sunlight warm your skin.
And so you drift off there by that stream,
That waterwheel in the middle of the forest,
And return to your own world.
