Looking down at the green soft grass

Feet colder than snow

Many snakes attached like parasites

I realized how much I suffer

Long gaze into brown eyes, into the sun

Orange and yellow reflect on sweet brown skin

A field of sunflowers awaits me

I entered to a journey that awaits

No more hot steam running down my face

No more shaking in the snow

 No more snakes

Just the pollen brushing upon me

I did not know how vulnerable I was

How tender my feet were

Muscles began to form into a stronger one

and ready to take a bigger step