**she sat quietly on the far side of the small clear~ pool her favorite place, perched on the rock outcropping beneath the gently swaying willows the day was beautiful; cobalt blue skies with just enough of the small wispy clouds to lead a fervent mind to day dreaming or reflection. She pulled her legs to her chest, folded her arms across her knees and laid her face in them. Her long hair, mimicking the graceful motion of the willows, danced in the wind. she smiled as she glances across the crystalline pool at the small place that had become so beloved. She had called it home for many months now but knew her time here was swiftly ending. The time had come to move on~she was needed elsewhere. She rubbed her cheek on her arms and sighed looking at the beds of flowers in front of her small rustic cottage with its inviting lil porch swing.
She worried most for the flowers, each one beautiful and special, delicate in appearance. Their roots, she had ensured, were deeply planted and strong. They were all abloom now with their varied textures and colors and fragrances, all seemingly so unique but together forming a breathtaking display of nature at its finest.
She remembered happily the hours spent on bended knee as she weeded w great care taking time with each flower and giving it what it needed in the form of love and attention and the pleasure she’d gotten from watching them bloom with each passing season, bigger, brighter and stronger.
She would miss the flowers most
She worried they would wilt or die ~that the weeds would choke them and overtake them and their beauty.
She smiled, softly as she pulled herself to her feet and took a deep breath, deciding to walk the long way back to her lil cabin through the meadow on the rise of the hill, she wiped her hands off and followed the edge of the water, her feet leaving prints in the soft white sand. She wiggled her toes in the cool water and glanced back over her shoulder..
noticing that the lapping water erased the evidence of her passing as if she’d never been present. She ran the tips of her fingers lovingly over the bark, knotted with age and the marks of its longevity, of the closest willow, closing her eyes as its leaves brushed her face in what seemed like a caress, she could smell the jasmine blooming in the distance, she opened her eyes and left the waters edge for the forest. Traveling in the late daylight, the forest was alive with smells of growing things, sounds of live and the peace she only found when wandering in natures playground. She finally came to the edge of the meadow and looked up, she gasped and then smiled, there in the meadow, was every flower she carefully cultivated at her lil cabin~ all alive and well, and thriving, the vibrant colors and smells a tribute to Mother Nature.
She smiled as she walked slowly through the meadow, her fingertips grazing the tops of the blooms; she bent to smell one of the more inviting ones and in that moment she realized she’d been wrong all along.
The flowers didn’t need her help. They were wild and would flourish as only something wild could, because it was their nature.
Nature will always see to itself, and always reveal itself no matter how hard you try to change it, hide it..or deny it
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