Amidst the forest standing on solid ground, heart sinks as the sound of crumbling dry leafs crescendo. Fallen in an instant now neck deep in quicksand, the frantic struggle ensues. Kicking in vain at imaginary stairs, arms in this wet cement muster strength unknown to lift out of this doom reaching up and out in the darkness fast closing all around. Deafening screams laced with panic heard only by my fear. Slipping under, I taste death on my lips. Hope touches my hand, and I grab hold of a rough, thin branch. Pulling I am slowly dragged out of danger onto the bank of the pit, still clutching it my grip white, palms bloody. Tall and strong a silent witness, the tree never realizing the part it played, flat on the ground I lay safe.