Eternity
Count
- Local time
- Today 11:37 AM
- Messages
- 269
- Age
- 37
- Pronouns
- She, Her
Persephone has risen once more from the underworld, spring has sprung forth from the arrival of their goddess. Seed has been sown and it is time to stretch forth among the sea of green. Standing tall; stretching my head out as high as possible to reach the rays of the warm sun as they permeate the ground. Looking around to see her siblings as they too awake from the long months slumber in the ground, she smiles.
Her leaves are jagged and sharp looking, her stem is long and tubular, strong enough to hold her golden head high. She is beautiful to the eyes of the young, scorned by the eyes of the old. Dandelion is loved by those who know what her true purpose is, and not knowing what her life purpose was always kept her wondering in the day, and dreaming in the night when the sky filled with all the light of the stars. She would look over her sea of brothers and sisters, and wonder what too would be their fate. See Dandelion loved to dream, to fill her day with adventures as she waited for fate to show her, her destiny.
One hot day she felt the weight on her head, looking up she saw black and yellow. Her ears were filled with the sudden loud buzzing of wings, tensing the muscles in her stem she knew who graced her with their presence. Feeling them use their legs to cover their fuzzy body with her pollen, she knew that her love would go into fulfilling another great purpose. This made Dandelion feel wonderful inside. With one motion the weight was lifted from her head, and she watched as her guest flew away to visit some of her brothers and sisters.
Many nights and days would pass for Dandelion, some would be filled with the cool drops of rain. Nurturing the soil beneath the delicate plants, allowing them to grow stronger. They grew a bit taller, and with that Dandelion felt herself standing taller than some of her newer brothers and sisters. She felt proud, and then it was at that moment she saw them. They were massive beings, of flesh and blood. Humans. They walked among her brothers and sisters, pointing at some of them and talking in such a strange language. What could it be that they wanted with them, she pondered.
As quickly as they had come to visit the garden of dandelions, the humans had left. The night filled with the bright stars again, leaving Dandelion to fantasize about the many possibilities behind humans' visit. Did they simply come to admire their beauty? Did they come to scoff at them? She did not know, and with that she slept and dreamt of the story passed down to scare them.
The loud sound of an engine revving in the background could be heard, the swooping sounds of bladed could be heard as they took the heads off the grass around them. The smell of fear emitted from the sea of green came to them in droves, it was exactly what she feared it would be. The stories were nothing compared to what she was witnessing now, it was an evil beast with teeth that spun from its mouth, it moved over the land like a stingray chewing everything up in its path. She watched as the red beast came towards her, guided by the hands of humans. Moving back and forth over her brothers and sisters, cutting their heads from their bodies. Screaming from inside, she awoke to the hot sun rays upon her leaves and head. Looking around they all remained safely around her, of course Dandelion let her imagination get the best of her in her dreams. There was no way they would do that to them, right?
Several hours had passed since Dandelion had awoken from her terrible nightmare, a nightmare that haunted many of her siblings. It was then she heard that strange language once more before she could see them. Humans. Two female humans came into view dressed in modest clothing, and big hats; each carrying large wicker baskets. In one hand they had a small sharp hook shaped knife, a knife that shimmered in the light of the sun.
It was then she saw the glare from the knife in the hands of the women, each one of them taking a place bending over her brothers and sisters. She couldn't see what they were doing, but then it was when they moved she realized. They were cutting their heads off!! Fear rose in her as she watched them move around cutting, they were picking the heads of everyone around her and soon she would be next!
And before she knew it she had joined her brothers and sisters, the woman who leaned over her placed the blade of the hooked knife at her neck. Carefully slicing her head free of her stem, she delicately held her in the palm of her hand a moment before placing her in the wicker basket. The soft voice of the human came to state this "Thank you Persephone Goddess of Spring for this bountiful harvest, these flowers will bring much medicine to our people." And with that she carefully placed Dandelion into the basket with all her brothers and sisters.
Although Dandelion thought it was her end with the slicing of her golden head, it was not. For they were harvested at just the right time, allowing them to transform into something new. Sprouting from her rosette she became an apomixis, the tall stem grew high giving her head full of fluffy seeds the ability to see over the sea of green. With just the right gust of wind her children would take flight, allowing the cycle of life to continue bringing forth more Dandelions in this sea of green.
Her leaves are jagged and sharp looking, her stem is long and tubular, strong enough to hold her golden head high. She is beautiful to the eyes of the young, scorned by the eyes of the old. Dandelion is loved by those who know what her true purpose is, and not knowing what her life purpose was always kept her wondering in the day, and dreaming in the night when the sky filled with all the light of the stars. She would look over her sea of brothers and sisters, and wonder what too would be their fate. See Dandelion loved to dream, to fill her day with adventures as she waited for fate to show her, her destiny.
One hot day she felt the weight on her head, looking up she saw black and yellow. Her ears were filled with the sudden loud buzzing of wings, tensing the muscles in her stem she knew who graced her with their presence. Feeling them use their legs to cover their fuzzy body with her pollen, she knew that her love would go into fulfilling another great purpose. This made Dandelion feel wonderful inside. With one motion the weight was lifted from her head, and she watched as her guest flew away to visit some of her brothers and sisters.
Many nights and days would pass for Dandelion, some would be filled with the cool drops of rain. Nurturing the soil beneath the delicate plants, allowing them to grow stronger. They grew a bit taller, and with that Dandelion felt herself standing taller than some of her newer brothers and sisters. She felt proud, and then it was at that moment she saw them. They were massive beings, of flesh and blood. Humans. They walked among her brothers and sisters, pointing at some of them and talking in such a strange language. What could it be that they wanted with them, she pondered.
As quickly as they had come to visit the garden of dandelions, the humans had left. The night filled with the bright stars again, leaving Dandelion to fantasize about the many possibilities behind humans' visit. Did they simply come to admire their beauty? Did they come to scoff at them? She did not know, and with that she slept and dreamt of the story passed down to scare them.
The loud sound of an engine revving in the background could be heard, the swooping sounds of bladed could be heard as they took the heads off the grass around them. The smell of fear emitted from the sea of green came to them in droves, it was exactly what she feared it would be. The stories were nothing compared to what she was witnessing now, it was an evil beast with teeth that spun from its mouth, it moved over the land like a stingray chewing everything up in its path. She watched as the red beast came towards her, guided by the hands of humans. Moving back and forth over her brothers and sisters, cutting their heads from their bodies. Screaming from inside, she awoke to the hot sun rays upon her leaves and head. Looking around they all remained safely around her, of course Dandelion let her imagination get the best of her in her dreams. There was no way they would do that to them, right?
Several hours had passed since Dandelion had awoken from her terrible nightmare, a nightmare that haunted many of her siblings. It was then she heard that strange language once more before she could see them. Humans. Two female humans came into view dressed in modest clothing, and big hats; each carrying large wicker baskets. In one hand they had a small sharp hook shaped knife, a knife that shimmered in the light of the sun.
It was then she saw the glare from the knife in the hands of the women, each one of them taking a place bending over her brothers and sisters. She couldn't see what they were doing, but then it was when they moved she realized. They were cutting their heads off!! Fear rose in her as she watched them move around cutting, they were picking the heads of everyone around her and soon she would be next!
And before she knew it she had joined her brothers and sisters, the woman who leaned over her placed the blade of the hooked knife at her neck. Carefully slicing her head free of her stem, she delicately held her in the palm of her hand a moment before placing her in the wicker basket. The soft voice of the human came to state this "Thank you Persephone Goddess of Spring for this bountiful harvest, these flowers will bring much medicine to our people." And with that she carefully placed Dandelion into the basket with all her brothers and sisters.
Although Dandelion thought it was her end with the slicing of her golden head, it was not. For they were harvested at just the right time, allowing them to transform into something new. Sprouting from her rosette she became an apomixis, the tall stem grew high giving her head full of fluffy seeds the ability to see over the sea of green. With just the right gust of wind her children would take flight, allowing the cycle of life to continue bringing forth more Dandelions in this sea of green.