I watch the world around me as it crumbles to the ground.
I think of all the beautiful things around me that have been lost.
Everything slowly fades away as the light comes closer.
I am becoming too small to reach for help.
The wind pushes me through a small hole to keep me from being squished.
At least nature finds interest in me.
The hole is dark but I feel warmth around me like a blanket of air.
This hole is comforting, making me feel safe.
I am being pushed through another door.
This one leading to a maze.
A maze filled with vines and mystery.
The wind is pushing me towards my destiny.
As the world crumbles, I am being pushed to the very brink of my existence.
I am no longer afraid of what will become of the world because I have become one with nature.
It is me, I am it.