Naturally Lost

I spoke to the stream, the silver sheen, and it screamed back in waves. I knocked on the tree, ancient and dry, and it shouted suicide. I watched the riverbank of emerald grass swirl up my ankles, as the tree smashed the water into sunburst.I closed my eyes. I closed my body. I waited for the water to coat my skin with metal.But when I saw my clothes, myself now wet, I could not feel. The water ran down my eyes in shades. I was not the radiance nor the warmth I longed for.I was naked frost.I had slivered back into the earth. I had coiled into dust.I had become the it that speaks, that speaks, wandering off the baby's breath.