lost among wildflowers

Walking down the lush wooded path, the trees created a canopy and secluded her from the beating sun. Amongst the monotonous landscape, a single, vast, rose quartz boulder distinguished itself. Upon following the dirt trail, she stumbled into an uncut meadow, and her senses were overwhelmed by the aroma of hay and a crisp autumn breeze. She embraced the solitude and froze, listening to the quiet rustle of the tall grasses and birds chirping. The clear path that brought her to the open pasture was lost as she stepped further and further into the grassy abyss.

Conquering the uncharted land, she found herself acquainted once again with the dirt trail. She continued onwards, admiring the picturesque trees which resembled an enchanted forest. As she followed the trail in an entranced state, moss-covered rocks, trickling streams, and beams of sunlight guided her path. The brush thickened and dark shadows camouflaged the dirt route, forcing her to regain focus. It felt as though she had been walking for days before her surroundings were recognizable. Yet at the sight of the vast, rose quartz boulder raised above the ground, her nerves calmed. Confidently strutting a few more paces into what she believed to be the beginning of the trail, she stood frozen once again at the sight of a treeless meadow. She hurried across the uncut grass to find the entrance of another trail and her silhouette was lost to the dimly lit forest.

As the sunlight began to subside, she reassured her internal monologue that the current path would lead her out of this labyrinth. She ran carelessly, fixating on larger than average trees and abnormal stones. She scoured her surroundings for any sign of familiarity, and her panic elevated at the sight of the vast rose quartz boulder. In the silent forest that no longer enchanted her, the only sound to be heard was the abrupt pounding of her heartbeat. Dreading what the path would lead her to, she closed her eyes and reluctantly stepped forward. One, two, three, four. Her steps reached the edge of the trail and she was greeted once again by the aroma of hay and the sight of an uncut meadow.