The sun’s radiance provided warmth for that bud. She was birthed from my soil, yet her fate was not to be with me. I can still see it-- though the envious waters had tried to cloud my sight-- her pale limbs tinged with pink could not escape from my vision. Even though I had raised her and her sisters with the nutrients from my body, this beauty was one whom none could compare to. And as the saying goes, the more beautiful and pure a thing is, the shorter it lives.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    And as though the heavenswere mocking me for desiring such a beauty, they decided to take her away.


    A man that was covered with mother natures’ treasures severed her head from her body and took my beloved away from me. Yet, what could I do? For I was only a useless piece of mud that didn’t have the heart nor the ability to move.