Growth
A Rose's Perspective
I remember it like it was a dream. The day I rose from the dirt and saw the beauty of everything. A bright paradise. The way the grass cut through the winds of the Earth. The way trees held ancient history from every inch of bark to every branch and leaf. The way the sun beamed and turn one seed into a vast concept of all living nature.
The power bestowed upon me. To be born as a sun and rise. To be born as a sun and be raised by Mother Nature's warm embrace. To be her treasure that protects everything she values. She smiles down on me and I bloom. I am as green as the words joy and happiness. My crown is as red as the words passion and love. I bloom brighter and brighter even when Mother Nature sheds tears upon the Earth. Her reign makes me stronger for I must be stronger for her through her moments of pain. When lightning strikes and splits the ground and the winds howl like ghosts, I remain. Only I remain. Winds come and go. Lightning strikes true and quick but only once. I keep the Earth whole. I keep it green and fresh. I keep it pure through my prosperity and perseverance. I keep it.
I remember like it was a dream. The day Mother Nature created man. The flesh of wild nature. The embodiment of chaos in the same way volcanoes erupt and scorch Earth. The connection between man and nature. The way we both must grow in order to understand ourselves and the world itself. But man holds too much power. Man can be greedy, selfish, violent. Man only needed to protect what Mother Nature values but they abused her kindness. They tore out the plants and the trees. They burned them. They tried to test Mother Nature's power. But Mother Nature is a phenomenon. A higher power made to keep both man and nature in check. Mother Nature dried the wells, the lands and the rivers. She washed away the pests with walls of waves big enough to cover the Earth. She tore up the homes of man and left them in the dirt. She blew powerful winds strong enough to tear through metal. She was a force to be reckoned with but in a blind fit of rage, she hurt her own creation. But only I remained.
I remember it like it was a dream. The Earth forever changed. Less vibrancy and brightness and more of man's creation. Mother Nature was wounded but she would be back soon. Was she was defeated? No. Because I still remain. I witnessed it all. The evolution of man. From the natives of land to the slaves to the industrial world to the world of politics and modern society. A sad black and white world without joy and happiness or passion and love. A world fueled by hate then left with emptiness. But I remained.
So what makes man's struggle worth it? A question I ask myself but have never been able to find the answer. Or answers. Man is complex even more so than Mother Nature and her creation. Man hates and loves. Man cries. Man feels anger. Man hurts or kills. And me? I simply remain. I observe. I understand. I grow until Mother Nature ceases to exist. But Mother Nature is eternal like time, creation, knowledge or even destruction. A concept of which without it, nothing can ever be anything.
Some things are beyond our understanding which is what man must come to learn. Man tries to be in control. To control the narrative. To control others. To control the way life is supposed to be. Man is too full of himself. Man is simply a byproduct in the vast concept of nature. Whether that's Mother Nature or the Nature of Time or The Nature Of Creation, man is no more than a speck in the grand scheme of things. Man is scared which is what makes man dangerous.
Maybe one day man will understand. The same way I understand that I am only here to remain. To bloom. To make things beautiful. To be admired by the animals and the other creations of Mother Nature. I am nothing more than that but that doesn't make me anything less. My values. My understanding. My love. My appreciation. My respect. All of it will always be there in the same way I rose from the dirt and grew from a single seed. All of it is me and I am all of it. And no one and nothing can take that away from me, because all of it and I will forever remain.
About the Creator
Salih Malik
I needed a place to express my creativity. Creating is an outlet for any emotion I used to keep bottled up. So here, I write poetry and short stories of many different genres. My passions are philosophy, art, literature, music and film.



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