Nature Child

Dropplets of mother nature's weeping spill onto the youngling's head. 

He considers the dropplets a burden and carries on with his day. 

The dropplets recess faster and with immense pride. 

Stroking the cheeks of the younglings faces running about. 

Now falling onto the woodchips as if being pulled by a mighty magnet, the dropplets rush and surge into the deepest corners of the structure. 

The younglings rush under a strong covering, as the dropplets have greatly grazed their cotton-covered backs. 

One youngling purely stands under nature's howling. 

She holds out her hands as if she were begging for nourishment. 

She closes her eyes and kneels to the beautifully decorative soaked chips. 

The younglings watch her from the spot covered, as nature was too powerful for them and nature has picked her choice. 

The girl crouches down, into what seems like a ball and lays, understanding the power. 

She and mother nature at this time, become one. 

Nature has picked this youngling as her 

Nature Child. 

Reviews

[Shannon]

This feels as though it might be the introduction to a book, perhaps about a Nature Child chosen by Mother Nature in the modern world. Or perhaps it has me feeling fanciful to make such a bold statement!

[Ilana]

Thank you so much. That means so much to me. Thank you for giving me such an idea! You know, I might just make a book. Much thanks. :)

[Shannon]

You are very welcome. Make sure to send a read request if you post something like that...