I stand on a dirt road.
To either side oak trees stand.
Tall and mighty, reaching out their hands.
My skin is cold, and the air is fresh.
The green is so vivid, pulsing with life.
I spread my arms wide.
I tilt my head back.
I can feel the wind, embracing, hugging, protecting.
I love it here.
My Garden of Eden.
I feel safe, I feel foreign, and I feel free.
This place was made for me.
The road never ends, and the trees sway with my hips.
I feel tempting, forbidden.
This place was made for me.
The wind blows my hair and kisses my neck.
I smile back and lift my arms.
This place was made for me.
I stand on a dirt road, and I am free.