Her beauty was the definition of perfect. It was pure untouched magic that came from the purest minds. but so many took her beauty for granted, they cut her beauty down and told her she was still as precious as ever. Little did they know with every piece of her they took it killed her and her beauty.
Seasons began to come and go with a blink of an eye, soon spring showers turned into the summer heat, the summer heat turned to chilled autumn air, chilled autumn air turned into crystal winter flake. and soon her beauty began to wither with the seasons' change. Her one glorious body shriveled and dried, But they still ravished her body for her beauty, although it was always for selfish purposes.
But she gained it back with cycle only to lose it at the end. This continued all of her life, she grew and fell, gained and lost, never did she have a serene day where her beauty was just admired. she wished someone could love her for her beauty, not what her beauty could offer.
She soon grew older and older, and her beauty only then stopped returning yet still they came to ravish her for the remains. she began to wither away gradually, piece by piece grew infested with what made her ugly to all that once ravished her. Until one day a young boy, a child wandered to her.
He said so many things about her, "wow you're so pretty!"
"my mommy would love you."
"you're really cool."
Soon he brought his mom to meet the elder. "isnt she pretty mommy?" asked the boy.
"very hun, but she's sick and doesn't have long, shes infected." the mother replied in despair.
The boy's exuberant expression fell. "oh" was all he could get out.
yet the elder didn't mind being sick for once she had someone to love her just for her beauty. Never had she had so much serene happiness in one place, with that she was ready. Her last spark burned and she was gone, even though she still stood tall and strong she was gone.
That boy never did forget that girl, even though he only knew her name. and it was Nature. her name was Nature.
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My little Journal -Ramblings in my mind-
RandomI go deep into my mind with the help of pictures to dabble in my writing potential, some of these stories are deep and possibly triggering this is just a giant big book of my mind and its stories. It's a W.I.P (work in progress) and TW (means trigg...
