As I lay awake during the desolate and somber hours of the dark, completely oblivious to the world around me. I drift asleep and the deception of dreams catch me in their grasp. I dream of Valiant hero's and steadfast trees. As I watch their leaves turn from a vibrant green to a soft orange. As I gallop through the woods with the audacity to ward of anything that dares to come near. Then I wake. Never to know the sweet world of blossoming trees, again.
