Torie Lakkis

Silhouettes of Hope

Taking a step outside, I observe as the luscious, wild grasses encapsulate my feet, tickling me slightly. I bask in the warmth the plants beneath me absorbed from the vibrant sun rays. Lucious and deep forest fill the land to the brim. Logwood, mahogany, and cacao trees flourish everywhere. The environment is all but quiet; cicadas chirp, rustling ensues, birds converse. Humidity is not a bothersome factor for it hydrates the environment. The air is clean and smells as though it was handcrafted to perfectly describe the rainforest. A rainbow of colors is separated amongst the flora and fauna who call this land home, creating a natural painting. Looking above, I see the sun, glowing in its brilliant glory while an endless blue hugs the ball of fire like a blanket. Silhouettes of Scarlet Macaws cover the sky, I admire with astonishment, if only my feet could take me to them. The majestic birds possess every color surrounding me right on their own backs. They, amongst all other fauna, live freely in this untouched land. The ecosystem is uninterrupted. All is how it should be, fully functioning. I could spend all day outside, watching the Macaws fly by to wherever they wish to be, and so I do. I sit until the vines and grasses underneath me feel like cement, daylight diminishes, and a new set of noises take place of the ones heard in the day. The aura of the night changes from what I typically know. Feeling as though I had been seated for centuries, I brush aside the suspicion in my brain and find my way to sleep.