Her Nature 

[ an excerpt from The Groves of Her Soliloquy ]

written by Moon Cohem.



In the bare forest that was once filled with plants and trees of golden leaves, a wanderer leisurely steps on a few piles of dead flowers that seemed to have fallen from a crape myrtle plant. The flowers are besmirched with brown soil and their lavender tone is now disposed of in shreds. From the old photograph that the wanderer has been carrying along in her journey, the location is difficult to distinguish from her former perspective, for the place has turned deserted and studded with cusps of seemingly conifer trees.

As the wanderer continued to traverse the place, the apparent rising of the bleak sun transfigured into twilight, ascending from the horizon. At that moment, the wanderer comprehends that the sky has accentuated its celestial stars.

She attempted to reach them with her bare hands, tipping her toes to increase her height gradually. When she has reached the stars, she dispersed them among the trees that are deprived of life. Some of the stars forthwith turned into fireflies whilst some of them turned into flowers and blossoming trees. The wanderer lay dormant after capturing the spectacular setting through her eyes. The photograph in her hand slowly faded into white, recreating the perspective she created in the place.


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