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The Little Suns

Slight trigger warning
Heed my warning if you are sensitive to the topic of death and such.

Weaving and weaving.
I lay down in the stream.

My small yellow flowers lay in both hands.

The mix of brights really calms me down.

The sweet aroma from buttercups and arctic poppies lulls me to sleep.
I let the water take me wherever as long as it's not bleak.

Maybe I am crazy the others around me think.
Maybe I am, maybe I am.

A magician never tells.
Whatever it may be, my mouth is forever sealed.

You may think I am gone.
But in reality I am not.
I will always stay close.

No matter how far you travel I will always be right there.
So don't anger me or else you won't make it to your final destination.

As I drift down the stream, my starch white dress stains.
Stained with dirt and blood.
The scars never quite healing.

Forever a child many around me say.
I am not a child.

I am very fair.
Chance after chance I give you.
Pity wracking my brain.
We were only children when that happened, so I can not blame you.

You did not mean to hit me.
You did not mean to take my life away.
You did not mean to bury me where no one can see.
And you did not mean to lie about me leaving, never to be seen again.

After all, we were only playing by the stream.

I hope you learned your lesson.
The little suns beside my permanent bed tell truth.

You have wronged the land so I must punish you.
The little suns beside your own quickly die out showing your true intention.
To harvest the land for yourself and others.

You must learn a lesson about messing with mother nature.
She does not take pity.
Not even on her brother.

If the little suns beside your head start to wilt mother will quickly send you off,

Carried by the stream to the ends of the world.

So heed this warning the next time you go outside.
Never ruin the art piece mother calls her own.
Don't end up like death the bleakest place you could be.

After all it was only an accident right?

Written By: Ysabela Z.