Not Alone

The surrounding atmosphere is so quiet, it seems that everything in nature has competed for silence together. Some birds break this silence by chirping, maybe they notice my presence, they are trying their best to get their chirping sound from my ears to heart.
But those noises are not enough, I still feel anxious and suffocated. I feel like my whole existence has been fading away slowly. Anyone can tell by looking at me that I'm not okay and yes it's true I'm not on the right track. So I came to this place for some peace.
There is a lake to the west side, not that big but also not too small. The water of the lake was clear green, it looked like green grass was floating in the water. The lake is glistening in the bright light of the sun. Sometimes there is a gentle breeze blowing across the lake and the water is shaking. It's like the wind is teasing the water. How mesmerising the story of those two.
There is also a tree beside the lake. I don’t know the name of this tree. I had never seen this tree before. Judging from its look like an old tree standing all alone. Like any other tree, this also has several parts, such as roots, brunch and leaves. Every part of this tree makes it different from the rest of them. I went and sat under that tree. A huge branch of the tree was leaning towards the lake. Some birds were sitting on the tree and chirping, maybe their nest was on one of the branches of this tree and here I was thinking about my anxiety, how life kept changing from time to time, and how cruel life could be to people. I was searching for a reason to live, but I was about to give up. I can’t think of anything any more; my eyes feel heavy, and every part of my body is telling me to take a rest. Without a second thought, I listen.
I don’t know how much time has passed, and I forgot where I was or what I was doing. I feel like someone is sitting next to me and waiting for me to talk, and for some reason, I feel like it’s comforting me with its gentle touches. It feels like I’m sitting on someone’s lap made with grass. A gust of wind is touching my face repeatedly as it exists just to touch me, and that wind carries some kind of fragrance like it is telling me that I am safe here, just like a mother soothed her precious child when the child is scared.
I woke up as soon as I was about to hold that nonexistent thing. When I opened my eyes, I saw a branch of a big tree is constantly protecting me by giving shade from the scorching sun. A few dry leaves from the tree rushed to my head. I smiled unknowingly. The tree is smiling with me; its stalks are swaying in the wind. The birds are also joined with us by adding their cheerful voices. I almost forgot what I was feeling before I came to this place and I don't want to remember those ever again. But I also know that life is not going to be easy on you always. So what if you are standing alone and unable to express what you are going through? You can still stand with the one who was left alone and searching for peace; You can still comfort them with your existence.