(Author's Notes: It has actually been a long time since I have managed to write a proper piece of short fiction like I used to, and it was quite tough. This is the result, and I'm not sure how well it turned out...I need 3 critiques before I can enter this into the 'Symphony of Colors' contest, and any feedback is much appreciated! :] )
The Sun beats down on your tender skin, relentless. The sharp stones scattered across the dusty surface scratch and scrape your rough soles.
Your journey has begun.
The road is long and the terrain is treacherous, but this is your path,
And you alone must conquer it.
The howling winds and pouring rains,
The mountain tops and rolling plains.
The rocky roads, the aching feet,
The arctic cold and desert heat.
There'll be times you'll laugh, and times you'll cry,
You'll face the world and want to die.
You fall to your knees, and pray to the skies.
Begging for help; but no one replies.
I am the gentle breeze that cools you down, whispering encouragement, and urging you on.
The oasis for you to drink and rest your tired feet, its water soothing your parched lips.
I am the thunder guiding you through the fog,
and the gale that blows away the storms.
I am with you every step of the way.
Whatever you think, you are never alone.
The moon will rise and Sun descend,
Shadows swarm, you've reached the end.
An eery white light floats close at hand,
I'll guide you to the promised land.
