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Tyrsis.
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Date Posted: 09:33:37 05/11/02 Sat
In reply to:
Kiasin
's message, "Conflict" on 23:52:33 05/10/02 Fri
Pale green vines stretched along terra's surface, yards of them winding about tree, bush, plant, anything left dormant for more than a week's time... And yet scattered vines with their tender fledgling leaves were nothing compared to the roots stretching far beneath. Unkillable, undeniable, this weed would spread itself through earth's life in never ending harmony with the soil. No sought destruction by a plant so timid, only its own embrasure of life found through accidentally choking off others. Bluest flowers of paperlike petal topped outstretched vines, ringed by a gentle crown of leaves before spreading into five distinct haloes around a center of soft yellow. A weed, they called this gentle plant, serene as it was in its own way.
Across the world, on a small island floating distant from all else, volcanic fumes rose nightly into the air and life and death struggled for harmony in a world of fire and water. Similair plants grew there, leaves massive and flowers a startling deep blue as they stretched in tropical sunlight. Dinner plates, those flowers, grand and beautiful as those of a simpler earth could not be.
Perhaps angels were as such, winged elves on the face of terra and beautific creatures when held to heaven's light. Down trodden, we are, our race of wanderers and distraught families. And yet we are not alone in that aspect. Pain lances eternity, felt in never ending waves across the spectrum that is our reality. To feel the simplicity of joy, we must feel that of pain. How long ago was that lesson placed before the first ancestors to walk this surface, when all was fresh and newly sprung. We walk riddles now. Who came first, how did I get here, where am I going?
Tyrsis let a smile cross her face as the weed, more resiliant and stubborn than most of those delicate plants she loved, fell from her fingers. Its vines snaked away, running across the ground to arc up a terraced fence. Her smile turned somewhat curious, she had not know there was residence here. She would leave them though, something felt as though they did not seek a disturbance. Pain a palpable wave flowing from grand doorstep.
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