This one just came off the top of my head a little bit ago....thought I'd share it haha. It's nothing complete, just a little something:
The skies were none; the peril was eminent, the leaves lay flat on the forest floor. A distant echo of a coyote was within ear's listening, the sound bouncing off the old tree trunks. I stepped into the cavern that stood upon the moon's horizon, nestled into the evergreen wilderness. The clothes on my back, a hat on my head; I could tell I was alone, for the eerie wind gave no signal of nearby human life. I laid my head back against the damp inner wall of the cavern, my eyes slowly releasing the energy that so held them open for the last 17 hours. I began to drift into a timeless state of mind, my worries drifting away, the world but a distant memory. There was a sort of, happy feeling that was associated with it. I have not experienced such a thing in many years, my heart a boundless wanderer of the naked frontier but caged inside my own despair. My mind slipped into a dream-like state, the era of pain and struggle to which I had seen many years before sliding past my eyes and ears, the light of the aurora clearing the grey skies around my heart. "The world is but a temporary foothold, and once the rocks crumple one falls into the next chapter." I couldn't help but ponder as to why we all suffered so. As I sighed with the utmost subtle breathe, the shear crack of lightning startled my consciousness into wake, the sound of rain breaking onto the woodland branches. I brought myself to my feet with a degree of weakness, my knees wobbling as I walked to cavern mouth to observe the rain's extravagant beauty pounding upon the tree's leaves, revealing hidden green beauty to the beholder's eyes. The mist that flew upon my face as the rain reflected off the surrounding rocks felt wonderful, as if the rain knew to clean my state of worry.
