Lady In the Water

Still, tranquil, immobile, yet vivacious. I lay stiff in the river dead in body, but fully active in spirit. Clatter surrounding me: frogs, fish, tress; the very essence of nature. My dress caked and logged heavy with the dirty water from the infinite stream. Insects gather and feast ruthlessly on my punned corroded flesh, minoes swimming between my toes. Birds chirp loudly shouting orders, but who cares? I am at rest at peace, nirvana. Wildlife snagging at my dress with immense perseverance disparately seeking my attention, but I give them none. My muscles don't move, cells don't budge and bones don't crackle. I am still. At peace more then ever, lost in my own world of unlimited thought where physical life is scarce. As I float on down stream I hear voices followed by shrieks. Spectators cry and become petrified at first sight of me, I don't budge, I am still tranquil, full of life, yet dead.