You find a corpse in the meadow

You find a corpse in the meadow

Morning dew drops sparkle balancing on grass blades, you hear your footsteps thud on the mud path. As you stray away your legs get painted by the brush of undergrowth.

You feel relaxed, the forest is quiet.

Fresh air revives your lungs making you feel pure and clean, refreshed as you walk further, your eyes agleam.

You’re in no rush you hear birds gently tweet. You feel the roots of trees beneath your feet.

You almost stumble caught upon a bramble, you do not care, kitten scratches upon your legs bare. From around the corner of every tree the sunlight does glare. The branches of the trees tug at your hair.

You appearance means nothing travelling through an empty wood there’s no being here to see you that you understood.

You walk further and further butterflies in your chest. You feel like you’re on an adventure, a self-prescribed quest.

A sudden flutter of wings takes you aback, the way they broke the silence nearly gave you a heart attack, you almost feel the urge to run back but you keep walking further. You keep walking further.

But you smell a haunting smell, the trees do as well their bark like contorted faces, and you nearly fell. You come to a clearing; a meadow sits await the sunlight on the wildflowers beautiful but you see someone had met their fate.

You find a corpse in the meadow.