Mother Nature & Her Wreath of Metamorphosis
Change is inevitable, it is something that is deeply intertwined with the destiny of all living things; from the moment that they enter this world until they leave. Mother Nature is no different, as she embodies these changes, showcasing it through her ever-changing seasons. She carries the changes of each season on her shoulders and blesses the world with a blend of beauty and pain.
Away with the shaving of asbestos from the former winter, let it melt into the ground and in return let green sprout. Soft carpets of green sprout from the veins of the Earth and decorate her fortress. Dancing Daisies and patient Peonies and loving Lilacs bloom from Spring’s recurring showers of tears in the midst of April. Spring is tender like the growth of a new garden, she is the epitome of youth and rebirth; she carries the hope of rising from the ashes of destruction and starting new. Like the quaint moments found within the golden hours of the day, when the Sun kisses the Earth goodbye, most of her days are full of serenity and joy. She is one with the rest of the world; the green and brown vines of new and dying plants intertwine with her curly yellow locks, and flowers replace the craters amongst her skin. On the days where loneliness seeps into her bones, Spring erupts into fits — her tears shower the Earth and her screams twirl flowers and leaves, tossing them about the Earth. When the pain and loneliness fades away, the world falls back into place — the Sun shines once more and her tears decorate flowers and their petals in opaque polka dots. Like everyone, Spring has her good days and bad days; she is just a child and in a world full of thorny bushes, she is the rose bud that is slowly but surely blooming. Soon, Spring will morph from a child full of wonder and into an adventurous teenager.
Goodbye to the tender atmosphere of Spring, and hello to the scorching heat waves of Summer. The Sun awakes the Earth with his bright light at the earliest hours of the morning. Grass rebels and changes to different shades of green and brown. Bugs come out of their bunkers and party in the streets throughout the day and continue into the night like it's Mardi Gras. The Sun too, stays out late and woos the clouds and stars, causing them to blush and paint the evening sky with shades of Bubblegum and Carnation pink, with dashes of Peach and Daffodil. Summer is the embodiment of warmth and chaos; she carries the passion of being adventurous and radiates like the Sun. Most of her days are packed with joy and laughter. On her good days, her mood is contagious and her energy is incredibly warm but calm; her spirit is youthful — untamed some may say. As pleasant as she is, when she is angry, heat scorches her pores and unravels like a wildfire; her breath is a hellfire released and burns the world around her. With this said, Summer is still wonderful, but still has a ways to go, so that her kindred yet wild fire will not be burnt out.
Time begins to slow down, the dancing Daisies no longer dance but instead begin to freeze in place, and the loving Lilacs are beginning to grow cold hearted and begin to cripple. The jewels of Oak and Elm trees that were once youthful and green, now begin to rot in age and fade into shades of Honey and Apricot and Sangria. Her hair is adorned with crisp leaves, as they intertwine with the dying vines from previous seasons. She is the embodiment of transition, from chaos to peace. Autumn is beautiful and is in the prime of her growing phase; she is at the peak of her young adulthood but still has much to learn. She walks the line between balance and absolute destruction. Most of her days are filled with bright sunlight, winds of cool sighs, and a gentle embrace. On her bad days, her vibrant eyes are clouded and her tears flood the world around her. She has endured many changes and is still going through phases of glowing beauty and barren looks.
Release the curtain of Navy as it bleeds into Indigo when the Sun bids farewell to his beloved Earth in the waking hours of evening. Permit the clouds to wipe their faces of powder sugar from all those Apple and Pumpkin flavored desserts from Autumn’s festival. Watch the world turn into a wonderland full of powdered sugar, asbestos, and frozen tears that dangle from the corpses of trees and flowers. Winter takes over her former shell of existence; she has grown colder and has the eyes of a porcelain doll; dull but still clinging to the entity of life. Her spirit is calmer and wiser, as she has obtained so much knowledge about the world around her. She glows with a ghostly and opaque radiance. Despite the fact that the world has been unkind to her, she often yearns to be in the comfort of love and care — to be embraced and to feel like she is loved but is isolated by the storms. On her good days, her presence is cool but gentle. On her bad days, loneliness rests heavy in her chest and sadness is a parasite which clings to her skin. Winter wishes to be in the comfort of warmth and to rid the heinous claws of icy hands but she can not escape and so, she is a warrior and braves her storms like no other.
Alas, Mother Nature will continue to go through these phases, time and time again. And with each rebirth of the seasons, she will find an old piece of herself within her new form. She will love and embrace herself along with the world; as they both are victims of rebirth and will forever always go through a never ending cycle of trialing but astonishing growth.
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