I never imagined I would become rich. Wealthier than the richest person alive. Yet here it was, that unimaginable reality that had come to be.
Since the drought of 35’ the government sought to take control of water distribution. To not only preserve it, but also to control those it sustains.
It became a sign of power. A sign of wealth. You had water? Your now regarded in equality to royals.
People worshiped the ground you walked on just to get a taste of water. Just to get a taste of life.
How does this relate to me? Well I think you already know.
I had an endless supply of water.
In a forest long forgotten, a forest deemed unlivable, I resided amongst my people. We had an unlimited source of water, the eternal falls.
Water streamed endlessly. Providing us with life beyond anyones imagination. However to us this was normal, it was our secret to protect.
I lived under the falls. I was it’s protector just like those who came before me. I was the guardian of life.
With the government seeking control I sought to never let it fall into their hands.
I recruited my people to my cause. And so forth we smuggled water to the poor in the dead of night. Bringing life tho those who had nothing to sustain it.
In our power we kept secret and left without a trace. With power comes responsibility. And those who seek it meet their inevitable demise.
You cannot take what you cannot give. And we…
We are the givers.
Find me down the garden path, the one so full of life. Find me picking honeysuckle with my pocket knife. Find me sprinkling primrose seeds among the blooming rows. Find me singing songs of love as the colors begin to show
Find me in the complex trees under the morning sun Find me laughing with kea birds as they watch me run Find me on the ivory bench listening to the doves Find me down the garden path, the one we both had loved
It was with little ease getting there but it was absolutely worth it.
Just minutes ago it was my boyfriend and I trekking through this valley. It was a place, he said, that had the most amazing of views and boy was he right. Looking out at the valley below, it seemed to go on for miles. It felt like miles to be fair.
And just as we reached the peak of the mountain, the sunset bloomed. It painted the scene in ravishing reds and bright oranges, making it as though lava had overtook the sky.
As the sunset ended I was beginning to think that it couldn’t get better. But my boyfriend was determined to proved me wrong. Taking my hand he turned my attention to him and I was met with a surprise.
On the floor was a navy blue blanket and some fluffy pillows.
“The sunset is just the top of the iceberg,” he smiled, “close your eyes until I say.”
He led me to the blanket and I laid down, almost bursting with anticipation.
“Ok, open”
I was left breathless as I gazed upon the sight before me. Looking up at the sky above I felt like I looking at the galaxy itself. Millions of stars, bright, dull, close and far, were shining.
“Just wait,” he laughed, “it should start any minute”
There, a shooting star. Following in its footsteps were hundreds more. No, not a shooting star, meteors! They created streaks of light as they sped past earth.
It was a world like no other.
A perilous journey Filled with stormy trails A feat like no other One to spark tales
Up in the skies Numbers in the hundreds They flap their wings But predators are abundant
The journey of a monarch Not a power or a queen But a small orange butterfly One not often seen
Thousands of miles From the north to central From america to Mexico This journey is essential
With its numbers so high It is a sight to behold One I would say Worth more than gold
The flight is tough With little rest But for these guys It is no more a quest
A new generation To finish the tale Back to the beginning Time to set sail
Birthday My Birthday The best of them all
Birthday My birthday Don’t sing to me at all
The awkwardness The fear When the waiters Draw near
Where do I look What do I do with my hands I hated it so but I made it worse with a glance
Eye contact With who I didn’t know But all I can remeber Is her saying “enjoy the show!”
The waiters left Their song now sung They hated it as much as I did This is truly the last rung
“I have no magical abilities, I am just incredibly perceptive,” she said steadily, “Allow me to demonstrate.”
She side eyed a boy at a desk to her left. He was skinny but not frail, standing at six foot. His eyes held weights while his smile hid nothing. He was struggling with the death of a loved one, she realized.
“If I see something wrong I will issue passes and excuse late work. But know you cannot fool me.”
A glance at the third row of desks allowed her to spot a girl. Five foot three with blonde and blues, she was a flourishing student. But even the makeup so skillfully placed couldn’t hide the bags under those eyes of hers. Sleep deprivation.
“I won’t be assigning any homework for this week, instead we will be practicing peace of mind, meditation.”
There. The glimpse of a twitching leg caught her eye. It was a plus weight boy with the most kind smile around. He tried so hard to focus during her lectures but she could see it in the way his eyes never stop looking. The back draws of adhd.
“I know things are tough my students and I don’t want to burden you. I will adjust my curriculum so it will benefit all of you,” she held a state with each one of the students and many more.
“It is true that I have no magic unlike the rest of your teachers but I know when im needed and how I can help and that’s the most powerful magic of all.”
Some think of a jungle Others of a city I on the other hand Think of something more pretty
Rolling green fields Filled to the brim With flowers and ponds Where animals swim
Mangroves to the left Birch wood to the right Rolling green fields Where there’s nothing of fright
Time feels funny Like it’s noon all day No people to feed No bills to pay
Oh how I would love To be in those fields It’s only a dream That feels so real
So close your eyes And listen to me close Let me tell you a story Of a place where life slows
I look in the mirror Of my messy messy room I can’t seem to rid the feeling Of over looming doom
Somethings not right Something that I can’t see What is it, I don’t know Maybe somethings wrong with me
It’s not my room Or clothes or the lights It’s something deeper I can’t sleep through the night
Panic ensued I say it’ll be alright Head in my hands Just get through the night
Though it was quick The mirror showed my demise It relived all my losses I couldn’t avert my eyes
Next time I’ll be ready No more looking in the past I know how to cope This time won’t be like the last
I remember it like it was maybe yesterday. Most call it a festival but Im not sure that’s how it went.
I remember that my two friends—they were siblings!—were banished from our homeland from a tyrant of a sorts. The tyrant was ruthless and cared about nothing but punishing to the very extent of the law.
He had announced a festival—I think—to celebrate the homeland. Little did we know it was an elaborate trick.
The reason I brought up my friends was because we were conspiring—a revolution if my memory is correct. I was a spy on the inside, working by his side, marking his every move and rallying it back.
I decorated the festival, setting up hiding places for them to watch. With each careful move they got into place, while I was up on the stage.
I was midway through my speech when the tyrant began to laugh. A maniacal laugh only a psycho could muster—THAT I remember clearly. He chained me where I stood before I even knew what was happening.
I looked to my best friend, hiding atop the nearest building. The fear in their eyes matched that in my heart.
As I struggled against the bonds a familiar face appeared on stage—I’m not sure who it was but I know I knew them! I thought I could trust him till the very last minute but I guess I was wrong. As I pleaded with my life he aimed the crossbow.
!BANG!
I remember it like it was possibly yesterday. Maybe it was. I’m not sure. Time is funny here. Hehe. Maybe one day I’ll remember more but for now I think I’m ok.