This is a good place to be; in the middle of this field away from morals, convictions and judgements. I close my eyes and hear whatever is happening around me. It’s quiet. I found solace, I’ve missed this.
Lush green farms surround me; trees and grass sway with the wind like they’re dancing. Why should they? I plucked a strand from its root and blew it away.
They say plants have life. Have I taken one?
What has happened to mine?
Do I care?