The gentle waves flowed from the rocks with simplicity and great power.  It all pooled up at the bottom forming intricate rivers and lakes extending from it.  Willow trees lined the area guarding me from my enemy.  Running from my home to find somewhere,  I found this place.  All I could say was that is was absolutely beautiful.    Flowers were just in the bloom and the life was ready to show through the petals having the scent fill the air and trees.  Secrets stirred here.  It seemed perfect, but something dark was leaking out from the flawless beauty plastered on top.  Like a dark black charcoal smeared upon a canvas and having light beautiful colors on top to try to cover it to make something perfect. 

I sat on the granite rocks formed and curved perfectly matching the essence of beauty here.  Coming through the cracks of the rock was a single flower squeezing itself out  trying to grow and reach for the sun.  Carefully, I picked it up through the crack and out of the soil then brought it out by the water.  The soil was easy to pick through.  It was coming up loose and easy at the touch.  All of the roots of the flower were wilting and curling up at the edges like an ancient document.  A few petals were turning a light brown color already.  Quickly, I precisely put the roots in the middle of the hole and put soil on top of it.  This flower was dying here.  Now I was alive but the flower was too until it was being choked.   It wasn't safe here or anywhere to be exact. 

Something moved in the bushes.  I spun around just to see something dark and tall run away.

 "Was it an animal?"  I thought.  Whispered sounds came to my ears. Hushed words were in the air.  It frightened me.  Fog filled the open air blocking the sun.  Something was very wrong. 

So I picked myself up and ran as if it were the only thing I knew how to do.  Away from here and my very own life.