ˈnektər (nectar)

The gentle wind graciously invited me into it's world of playful fun. Never before have my eyes taken in such a strange and unusual sight. Colors surround me and vibrate my mind. As we walk along the garden bed, my nose is filled with the delicious scent of orange delight. I look around in wonder, suspicious of the mouthwatering aroma. Zephyr taps me lightly on the shoulder and directs my attention the sky. That is when I notice grated zest falling slowly from the gigantic trees that tower above me. This world that I have been wisped away and lead to is truly a unique fright. The poppleberry tree that sat along the winding road offers it's nectar to me and encourages me to take a sip. Weary indeed but I cannot seem to resist the temptation to take a taste. The sweet liquid slides swiftly down my throat after I finally give in to the impulse. As soon as I swallow the world turns white around me and the zesty fragrance dissipates. It appears that the nectar the tree offered me was nothing more than a dose of reality.
- Emily Minor