24 June 2012
The intoxicating scent of jasmine fills my nose, and I follow it, kicking off my wooden sandals. Wisps of mint green hair float around in the breeze, and I bat them away gently. I traipse through the corridor of greenery, carefree and joyful. Birds sing in the trees and fill the air with a sweet sound, leading me into a dream-like state. The corridor turns off to a field, and I follow. Peacocks roam free, their vibrant tails glowing in the long grass. The cool soil soothes my bare feet and the breeze clears my head. My green dress does not look out of place here, it blends with the surroundings, at one with nature. As does my hair, and my deep emerald eyes. In my veins, golden sap flows, pulsating with natural energy. I am alive, a tree sprite, one of Mother Nature's daughters.
The pool beckons me and I draw closer, feeling the coolness of the water already. I glance around, the field is empty, yet filled with spirits. Filled with the ghosts of trees and plants. Those who have died because of the human's stupidity, because of deforestation. Many sisters of mine have died because of it, now they are only a whisper of earth's true image, an image of vivid greens, alive with plants and animals, free and happy. An image that is long lost in the wake of industry, forgotten to the machine-obsessed humans. An image that may never be seen again.
Mother Nature's Daughter • Opuss № I