Sands, Mountains, Forests

My bare feet standing on warm sands
As the sea waves crashing slowly, finding their way between my toes.
It's all magical, refreshing, comforting.

I blink and find myself on top of a mountain,
So cold and brutally snowing—even your breath can freeze up here,
Yet I can feel the sun's comfy and mellow rays shining at me.
I feel it trying to talk to me "don't worry I'll keep your warm"
 
One step forward and everything is green
No tall mountains now, but gigantic trees
Birds singing enthusiastically, an amazing melody mixed with the music of the lake nearby~

Beautiful sernarios yet a shame, they're nothing but my dreams and visions.
My real place is but a room amid a boring city, a tomb to rot in

When my eyes are wet, Where's the sea to cheer me up?
When my face is contorted with rage, where are the tallest mountains to calm me down?
And when I see no reason to move forward, where are the forests to show me life?


What good are you?
if you can't reach me,
And I can't reach you?