The Wall
The Wall I wake. I see the wall. The wall is there to protect me, to keep me safe. The wall is comforting. I walk through the meadow. I see the wall to my left and to my right. It stretches out in the distance in front of me and trails off far behind me. The wall is there to protect me, to keep me safe. The wall is comforting. I wander down to the stream and through the forest, where the rush of the water and the rhythmic sound of the wind in the trees soothe me, and I feel happy. All the while, the wall stands there, protecting me. I’m all alone here, but it doesn’t seem strange. I am at peace here alone because I know the wall is there to protect me, to keep me safe. The wall is comforting. The sun beats down on my face, but the wind is cool and refreshing. The sound of the birds in the trees brings me joy. The birds fly above the wall. I sometimes wish I could see what lies beyond as they do, but then I remember the wall is there to protect me, to keep me safe...