She floated through time and space
Unwillingly searching for the wormhole to paradise.
She didn't find it, however
She crashed onto a small planet.
This small planet was but docile and comely.
The roots of trees intertwined themselves into the rich soil.
The leaves towered high, as if they were trying
To reach the gods themselves.
The insects sang songs of prosperity and joy,
Ignorant to the dead celestial beings
Surrounding their home.
She didn't know places like this still existed.
She heard the old tales, but still
She believed her eyes were lying to her.
Her home, if one could call it, had black sorry skies.
She grew up never knowing green,
For the soil had it's life sucked out,
Scoop it up and it would turn to ash and dust.
She grew up not knowing trees, not knowing songs,
But grew up knowing only whimpers of the past.
She reached adolescence knowing only
The hard labor of keeping her mouth shut
While the warden hollered and edged them back to work.
She walked the planet for 40 days and 40 nights
Until throwing herself back into the cosmos.
She observed all the different species of trees
And learned all the songs of the insects;
She caressed every leaf.
She floated back to her place of origin.
She didn't speak of the paradise of which she witnessed.
She didn't sing songs.
Instead, she went back and into her mundane routine
And back under the warden's shadow.
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