Dew walking, collecting wildflowers, Eden cherished each step of her barefoot experience. Mindfully, she wriggled grass between her toes while brown baby bunnies nestled among blooms of Black-eyed Susans. Filling her handbasket with yellow-orange daisies showered in condensation was her morning paradise.
A deep temperature dive wilted the wildflowers; bunnies went limp.
Sheets of ice invaded the pasture turning greensward into blade cutters slashing her precious feet. Bloodied, she fell to her knees crawling, crawling.
Bleating deer raced by.
At meadow's edge, a hooded figure appeared holding a scythe.
"Dear child, there will never be heaven on Earth."
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Marilyn Glover
7x Medium boosted poet, editor, and Reiki Master who is at her best when in nature. Creating to boost humanity while often not coloring within the lines. Follow me at: https://gmarilyn009.medium.com/
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