lush forests,
a small clearing lit by the halffull moon,
the snickering and unresting breathing of the trees around you,
seemingly hugging and comforting you from the outside world,
telling you everything will be okay.
but then the smell of smog fills the air,
and you realize none of it will last,
and as the smoke rises into the sky, covering the moon,
you understand the true mortality we brought to this world.