Evergreen

time

With time, the field gradually sprung back to life.... imitating its previous stature.

A grandiose flower field that now stood better than ever, with trees, gigantic fauna and a sky that watered the plants at almost every opportunity....

The winds grew even more in abundance, and soon, the little creature had done what it had always wanted to...fly...

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The passage of time is suggestive, especially when there isn't a little device telling you how long it's been, or how much of it you have. Minutes can blend into hours; hours can blend into days and days can blend into weeks. Yet, the meaning of all those words loses its meaning in times like these. Times when you're stuck lying on the grass and staring up at the sky, waiting for something that may never come...and you're not propelled for it to either.

I didn't want to admit it, but this? I could do this forever. When I layed here- in this moment, soaking up the warmth from the ground and gazing at the night sky, I felt a peace so serene- it came almost naturally. As if my mind had been calm my entire existence, instead of worrying to the point I could pull my hair out like I had just a while ago. It was a nice change.

This hair came tumbling about my face, kissing my cheeks like the flutters of a butterfly's wings, blessing me indefinitely for what the rest of the day had to offer. My eyes could spell the indistinguishable shapes of the stars in the skies by now, they weren't predictable-not by any means...but they were flittering in my eyes for so long...I felt as though I could mimic their wonder with my own imagination. My body could sink into the grass, become the soil and bury myself forever. There was no leaving in my books, not until I heard the rumbling.

It was a distant sound, a far-fetched feeling-like goosebumps...or the hair raising on the back of your neck...almost instinctive. When I caught wind of the occurrence, I nearly shot up from my lying state, ready to brace for whatever monstrosities was awaiting me in the near future...instead- I decided against it, bringing myself closer to the ground. The rumbling was a shaking, a steady rhythm like the addictive beating of a drum, inching closer and closer with every moment I had my head down.

Rumbling, shaking, upending the foundation of the soil... it all blended together with the vibrato of the wind, airing a sound almost anyone could discern. No doubt the familiar chugging of a train, slicing through the air. Rupturing whatever sense of silence that this world had to offer, this sound made me face in its general direction, awaiting patiently for the one responsible to rear itself from among the horizon. Thankfully, soon enough, a figure came wavering in the distance...its appearance deceivingly small. In acute alarm I shot up from the ground, my eyes following its gradual arrival.

The closer that the train became, the more the tracks to the front of me would vibrate, its pristine, silver stature that once seemed so sturdy now appearing more fragile than ever. Small fauna and flora too moved to this train's groove, scuttering around to find stability as it inched to its destination.

Skating into the reality before me, the train glided along it's tracks to the once unperturbed display the area had to offer. Stretching its gargantuan body to cover most, if not all of it. It was a monster in my eyes, twice the height of an average train and perhaps even more in length! I couldn't even lay my eyes on the end of it for it was carrying along so extensively. Yet it never halted like I half expected it to- the large body of machinery kept on its merry way without a care in the world, leaving me in the literal dust as sprays and clumps of dirt came showering over me when it came past. Coughing and wiping my eyes, a sudden string of panic ran through me. I thought to myself, if this was where Flowers wanted me to be, he must've wanted me to catch the train, then why isn't the train stopping??? Didn't the conductor see me???