Here I lay, in the loving arms of mother nature. My mind is set on the pleasantries surrounding me, bathing me in her bed of roses. I feel mother nature's warm embrace in all directions, and I'm engulfed in nothing but love. She brings me closer, granting my desire to feel intertwined with her. I drift off soothed and solaced, knowing mother nature will keep me safe and warm.
But then I awake again, on the rustic, unclean bed sheets. Then I see, I'm not in her arms anymore, but in my damp, unkempt room. It's cold, lonely and desolate, nothing like when I was in her arms. Her presence is absent to me, leaving me in my sorrow.