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thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 11:50 pm
thisisnomyth) wrote2011-10-14 11:50 pm
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She is a creature of the wood, no one denies her that. What they don’t know, what they don’t understand is that she *is* the wood. This is her space, the trees are hers, she knows what goes on inside herself, she feels it all.
She knows of the fae that make their home here, she knows of the animals who find shelter here. She even knows of the humans, the silly humans, those who disappear into her woods for a rush.
She knows it all.
And she knows when they cut her trees down, she knows when people trample across her flowers. She knows when the world becomes too small for her to exist and it pains her, it makes her sick and she cries.
The fae gather around her, tell her they will keep her safe but she doesn’t know, she finds it hard to believe.
But when the humans come, when they try and bring her down, it seems that things go wrong, not a lot, just little things that keep them from starting. Things don’t start, things break, things get lost. A thousand little things that keep her trees standing.
She smiles, absolutely touched by the act.
And if the humans deem her to be a haunted wood, a cursed wood, she doesn’t care because she is still standing, she is still alive and well and has her trees for people to take shelter in and her tall grass and forest floor for animals to run across.
She is alive and that is the greatest gift she could have ever received.
She knows of the fae that make their home here, she knows of the animals who find shelter here. She even knows of the humans, the silly humans, those who disappear into her woods for a rush.
She knows it all.
And she knows when they cut her trees down, she knows when people trample across her flowers. She knows when the world becomes too small for her to exist and it pains her, it makes her sick and she cries.
The fae gather around her, tell her they will keep her safe but she doesn’t know, she finds it hard to believe.
But when the humans come, when they try and bring her down, it seems that things go wrong, not a lot, just little things that keep them from starting. Things don’t start, things break, things get lost. A thousand little things that keep her trees standing.
She smiles, absolutely touched by the act.
And if the humans deem her to be a haunted wood, a cursed wood, she doesn’t care because she is still standing, she is still alive and well and has her trees for people to take shelter in and her tall grass and forest floor for animals to run across.
She is alive and that is the greatest gift she could have ever received.
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