Feoras ToxArch
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Water Cycles O, Bringer of Fruition, You nurtured them only like Mother Earth would. Along with Your brilliant sun balanced high within the sky; buds blossomed with such benefaction and rose upon a thallus of desire. Firm roots branched into potent soil then, nourished by these sprouting flowers, Your plethora pollinated for them a beautiful garden. But such ramification dimmed our Mother’s wit as pods hoarded nutrients from the bountiful domain, giving little in return. Within time, even Your ample blessing couldn’t withstand their ferocious greed, now distressing. Outstretched roots thirsted for all needed and, in result, overall beauty receded. They groped and devoured everything that remained of the now parched garden. However, the sun remained temperate while slowly setting as Your support continued, non-regretting. Alas It was to no avail. With such hunger, they were destined to fail. The garden is now in decay, its once radiant beauty has fallen astray. One by one, flowers slowly crash and fall each reverberating their terrible squall. The roots back to the thallus retract but it’s too late to have any impact. Sunlight shattered across the horizon-rim, silencing the scene that has become grim. You watch from above as they fall in a heap yet after all of this, the heavens still weep.
< Message edited by Feoras ToxArch -- 9/11/2008 22:03:53 >
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