Aroha.

 Aroha

Trees rustling, birds chirping, waves crashing. The sounds that Aroha hears while taking a walk through the forest. Her free spirit allows her to run with the howling wind. Aroha and her friends will be meeting up and venture the forest together.

Her friends have finally arrived, they spotted Aroha on a dry washed up log. It wasn't long until Aroha noticed them by hearing their voices getting louder and louder each second going towards her. They ran around in the forest and found themselves back at the spot they found Aroha at. The three sat down together on the same log and talked about happy times, slowly transitioning to the most nostalgic moments they have had in their lifetime.

"Let's get back to reality, shall we? "Aroha said, all three of them picked themselves up and admired the ocean. They talked about their future instead of the past, They pictured the equator as their mid-life and not being together anymore. They pictured the other side as death, they talked about what they'll all do before their last breath. Something about their future being optimistic, why can't that be realistic?