02-24-2018, 02:02 PM
Sequoia has adopted a loose stride in her solitary walks that allows for her to concentrate on the daisies that spring up almost underfoot. They make her happy, even when they are something other than daisies pushing up from the dirt and her manipulation over them. It is this small trifling happiness that is most important to her because the season is sad and sick with the beginnings of sleep and decay. She knows that the season after this one will be even sadder for her - winter does not allow for much to grow or flourish. Winter might not allow it but she knows she could make it happen. Can bend and warp the laws of nature to her own superior will if she so chooses. Just as she knows this knowledge, she knows that she will not go against the natural laws of nature either. What is born must die in order to make room for new growth. It is a terribly sad cycle but she is familiar with it if only through her attempts to master her dominion over the plants. It is because of this that she eventually heaves a sigh from the confines of her unsmiling mouth. Stops even in a fetlock-deep crush of daisies that nod lovingly against her legs as the rest of the natural world dies around the almost-mare and her unnatural flowers. SEQUOIA to be, and be nothing but light in the dark |