Water licks our toes,
laps at our feet
we wish to swim far away,
but always close, we stay.


Forest trees thicken, their branches entangle.
Fibrous bark and branches snap.
Falling apart and falling within,
illusion of paradise starts to break in,
crushing a child in her nap.


Freezing cold, the mountain tops.
People start to take their stops.
If you don't have a backup, you'll freeze.

The cold comfortably crushes your bones and skin
Turning digits black and limbs quite thin.
An illusion of comfort at the bells of your funeral