I use to wonder about what the future would bring as I lay in the soft green grass in the park. The rays of the sun gently caressing my body. A gust of wind dancing in the branches of neighboring trees. The sounds of nature seem to comfort me with the songs of life. Birds sing of love and hate. The babbling brook tells of an epic journey.
I close my eyes and smile. The breeze carries the sweet smell of wild flowers. Off in the distance a fight breaks out between the sky and the earth. I open my eyes to find that the once sunny day has turned to war. The sky filled with anger, lashing out at the ground below. The birds hide in fear. The wind is no longer playful, but enraged by the conflict.
The future is never certain. The past altering the present. For now I seek shelter under the willow tree. The oak tree screams as the sky lashes out in anger. The heat is so intense that the wind backs off for fear of being burned. The sky only cries out in joy, for he has destroyed something that was once beautiful. The willow weeps for her companion now lies next to her dying. I turn away as the final below is struck.
The world falls silent and peace is regained. The war is not over, but only put on pause. The clouds give way to the sun and the wind calms. I know what the future may hold, but for now I shall only wonder what have I done to bring on such a fate.