I always dreamed of a forest..
my home, the creatures that d welled there were my friends and family, the trees were my memories,
I always dreamed i was a wolf living the life i had, but in my forest there was only one rose bush...
my heart, little by little the roses begin to die except one, that one i take most dear to me,
My forest seems to be losing its light, its getting darker, the cold is getting worse, the creatures are nowhere to be seen, the trees are dying, the roses are gone except one..........
its dark, am alone