I don't know how long I have laid here. Time is not counted the way it is in other places, it is counted in sunrises and sunsets, drops of rain, cloud formations, lady bug steps, and a thousand other ways that are barely noticeable. I once stood tall like the others, reaching to the sky and providing shelter to others and strength to the earth. It has been a long time since I have fallen. I used to be upset about it, feeling the texture softening on one side, being invisible to all those who look up.
I had been upset, thinking that I would no longer be able to find my place in the world, a place that mattered to the whole order. I was upset until She came. I had never seen anyone here. I heard stories of people coming to places like mine, but not never this far out, this uninteresting of a place. But, here She was, walking as though she was always meant to come here. As she moved, she touched my friends with kind fingers, making her way to…me. I thought she would pass me by.
She looked at me as thought I were something interesting, precious even. She lay down, melting herself into me, looking up at the same view that I had taken for granted for so long. It was not a particularly beautiful day, dark and full of clouds, barely enough light to see by, and yet she gazed up at it as though it too were something she was lucky to have caught a glimpse of. We starred up at the sky, listening to life being lived and the time passing with the lady bug steps. We lay there together, sinking in to the earth, marvelling at everything that was around us. For the moments she was with me, times agreed to stop being counted, or even exist.
Eventually she left me that day. It was not the last time she would visit me however. Each time she came she showed me something new about the place I had called home for centuries. Sometimes her presence comforted me and at others I attempted to comfort her. It was always just her, on her own. She became part of us on that first day she visited me.
I have never been upset for my fall again. I was blessed with a new perspective, a new world hidden within the world I had always known. Time now passes in yet another way … until She comes again.
I had been upset, thinking that I would no longer be able to find my place in the world, a place that mattered to the whole order. I was upset until She came. I had never seen anyone here. I heard stories of people coming to places like mine, but not never this far out, this uninteresting of a place. But, here She was, walking as though she was always meant to come here. As she moved, she touched my friends with kind fingers, making her way to…me. I thought she would pass me by.
She looked at me as thought I were something interesting, precious even. She lay down, melting herself into me, looking up at the same view that I had taken for granted for so long. It was not a particularly beautiful day, dark and full of clouds, barely enough light to see by, and yet she gazed up at it as though it too were something she was lucky to have caught a glimpse of. We starred up at the sky, listening to life being lived and the time passing with the lady bug steps. We lay there together, sinking in to the earth, marvelling at everything that was around us. For the moments she was with me, times agreed to stop being counted, or even exist.
Eventually she left me that day. It was not the last time she would visit me however. Each time she came she showed me something new about the place I had called home for centuries. Sometimes her presence comforted me and at others I attempted to comfort her. It was always just her, on her own. She became part of us on that first day she visited me.
I have never been upset for my fall again. I was blessed with a new perspective, a new world hidden within the world I had always known. Time now passes in yet another way … until She comes again.
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