The All-Plant Queen

A pensive queen sits on her throne, wretched with grief, she smiles no more, her queendom has fallen into renegade hands, they call for her demise and her children of four.

As she sits near the flowing river, and her girls mourn their future glory, she looks up at the sky above, and begs:

"Redeem my life with a different story!"

The youngest girl suddenly hears a voice; an enchanted song, a harmonious tune,

She turns to a tree of ample fruits, and says:

"Blessed the month of fertile June"!

The soft splendid sound, now neared them all. They look with daze at the light brought upon, then a shape of a crescent white dazzled moon, says:

“Behold the withered flowers, the saddened prunes!

They die and expire yet with hope of rebirth,

Behold the powers of nature's earth,

I'm a river nymph, who saves those disgraced,

With unjust perils and vexed troubles faced.

I've been sent by the grand bachelor king,

To find a queen who'll wear his ring,

Of luscious green vines, he begs and sings,

He'll offer all splendid, spellbound things -

“Let me try and explain” said the nymph named Ine, “What will belong to you is already all mine; we share the fruits of what we bare, the settling roots, under the changing air. See, it’s a whole different world out there, you cannot yet really comprehend, there’ll be a beginning for you but no end. It’s a world of fortune giving, gifts you will send, with your different powers, even death you can mend”.

The nymph now stressed: “Now all of you rest, let me tell what will be... of you, your loving majesty:

You will disintegrate as a human being, each part of your body will be something else, you’ll be all over the world in a different formation, of lush green sweet vegetation. Your eyes will turn into all the almonds, your arms into long embracing branches, your lips into the essence of plums, your cheeks into sweet carnation, your ovary seeds will produce the nations, your hair into vines that will produce the wines, your body into parts of different plants, of moss and algae, flowers, and roses, of leaves and stems, of fruits and grasses, and petals and buds, you’ll enrich the world in all your doses.

And before you ask, you will be in pair;, your king will be with you, so don’t despair. For each of your parts will be made from two, the male ones are his and the female for you- You won’t be able to quite understand, the grandeur you’ll be, until you transform, and so shall you see, that you and your king, will be all around, ensuring that life stays safe and sound-

You’re the children of nature in every form, so accept your obligation, that is the norm. All will be yours that which you require, what more glory and honor would you rather desire?

The Queen was silent, confused but amused, she asked: “What will be of my children of four, if I’ll be everything, for them what’s more?

The nymph smiled with a wisdom in mind: “You see my dear queen, without them, you will never be! They’ll actually be more important than you, for everything you are, to them you will owe, let me explain, so here I go:

For the giving, caring, loving one, she’ll be the flowing rivers, the oceans so deep, the rain in winters, your essence she’ll keep.

For the daughter so kind, in her you’ll find, the womb of continuity. Death returns from which life is born, as she rejoices in her Mother form.

For the one with justified anger, she’ll be your most careful protector, her power is that of destructive force, who’ll erase her victims with no remorse! She, the child of the sun and its warmth, purifies you and ensures your growth.

And as for the moody one who changes taste, she’ll make decisions with beneficial haste, she’ll be that of which you breathe, part of the transferring of fertile seeds. She holds the key to keep others in check, in her the secrets of balance are kept.

And so the 'All-Plant' queen gained immortality,

As she now rules the world with her king in pairs,

Her daughters have joined so elegantly,

The forces of water, soil, fire, and air