Gently, I succumb to the universe of my mind.
Follow me into dreamland as we wander the forest together and lose ourselves in its mystery. The trees were calling, full of mist and the gentle song of the breeze, the scent of earth and cool leaves under my feet lured me deeper. As I walked, it became clear that I was drifting further out of reality and into another world.
Slowly, the whispering leaves and creaking branches began to form a melody so soft that it required stillness of body and calmness of mind to listen. My eyes become heavy as the mist takes over and I can no longer resist resting my head on the soft ivy below. Gently, I succumb to the universe of my mind.
The wind blows through my hair, I know that I am no longer in the forest. Soft petals dance around like an ocean of red silk that has swept me into utopian dreams. The air is sweet and cool on my face and my mind is in a happy fog where time stands still.
I feel wild and untamed, just like the poppies surrounding me. The wind takes over and suddenly I’m intoxicated by their scent. My thoughts are clouded in this dream world but I do not fight against it. The poppies enticing sway captures my gaze and my mind is overtaken by their power.
I fight the urge to drift away again but I find myself growing tired as the fog in my head returns. My mind is softly calling me back to reality, tenderly forcing me from this dreamy universe. As my energy wilts away like the leaves of a poppy in harsh sunlight, I rest my head.
The gentle waltz of poppies slowly turns to the soft sound of rustling leaves. I wake in the forest again, grateful for the hazy memory that remains of a distant universe. The forest continues its enchantment and I secretly hope to return to the poppies again someday.