In Response to a Quote
"Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you know longer need your springtimes to win me over…unspeakably, I have belonged to you from the flush." -Rilke
Earth my love, my sweet Goddess. Everything you are speaks of beauty and grace. The world stands in awe watching every step you take, as delicate as a new born foal. With each graceful leap you embrace what you have created, the speed of a cheetah and the serenity of a hawk in flight. Your form is the absolute image of life, every breath giving energy to the world. Your powers green in color, protecting your world, your home, your child.
She is wondrous and inspirational. Each leaf a miracle you have created, with tiny dew drops clinging to its fragile form. The vivid colors you creations adopt bring a sense of wonder to all who view them. Their multicolored eyes stare with incredulity at your unique creations. Each step a creature takes is precious; ever cry in the night a miracle. How was this created? What in your vivid imagination created these? All of your children are a beautiful reflection of you, though they are only a reflection. An image forever adding to your marvelous self. The four seasons endlessly decorating the world with a new mask. They all hold their own in the face of their mother, in the face of elegance.
Summer with its bountiful harvests to come from the beautiful golden fields of green. The flowers of the sun follow the star's path across the blue sky. Their yellow leaves reflecting a beautiful gold for the world to see. The warming heat rises from the earth in blurry currents. The creatures of this world revel in the bounty of summer, working and waiting for the harvest soon to come.
The changing of the leaves is the sign of autumn. Falling gently, preparing the world as the creatures reap their harvest and prepare for the glamorous barren months. Food piles are hidden away in a curious way, the wonder that evolution has given us these habits. As the leaves pile high thrown by the wind up against the strong trunks of the trees that dropped them. The green turns a splendid shade of brown as the colder winds begin to blow.
The snow piles in large bluffs, covering the world below in an exquisitely cold blanket. The glistening daggers of ice hang from tree limbs, sparkling in the life giving sunlight. Each flake of powdery snow as original as their maker. The soft fluff hides away the creatures of the world, leaving it a pristine paradise. The only green to be seen clings to forests of evergreens, adding another wonder to your world. The frozen water starts to drip, creating sparkling rivulets of water across the land, readying the world for my favorite season.
As spring arrives the world bursts with life. Peaking through into the barren world. The melt waters jumpstart the re-growing life that is now blossoming. The young are trained to nibble on just the right flowers by their guardians. The world throws another generation into the mix, adding to the beauty of the cycle, adding to the wonder. The young prance and fumble about in this new world of green light. With each step growing more confident, with each leap becoming bolder. The world is alive with the color green jumping from every crevice. Your beautiful form flowing gently through the season, forever holding my love and adoration. I have loved you from the start, and will till the very end. Nature you must know you hold my heart.
A/N yes I am aware this is very short. It was actually for English class, I am turning it in tomorrow. But in my mind it was based of Farore, so I decided to let those who may enjoy do so. Please tell me what you think.