Among the summer heat, I lie below a beautiful greed tree

Stretched out like a cat on the sweet-smelling windswept grass I put up my hand.

Spreading out my soft and slender fingers as I squint one eye tightly and look up at the sunlight arrowing through the sap-green leaves with the other.

I dig my toes down into the rich soil and softly close both eyes listening to the coos of the birds flying freely above it.

My mind clears, inhaling the smooth serene air, and slowly I begin to sleep.

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waking up abruptly my eyes feel dry and hollow

the air is stale and stagnant

and the pale wilted grass I lie in makes my skin feel chapped and itchy

looking up I sprawl out my grotesque calloused finger and squint

 seeing a smiling woman plucking the last leaf with one hand and a basket of all other leaves in the other

slowly the greed tree begins to shrink, now nothing but a stump