The hub of heaven was star - studded.

Flamboyant vermillion and sage veins thronged through the atmosphere,
perplexing numerous in its transmit.

Forty- four storeys below all were taciturn.

It was 1945.

Four hundred and Forty four miles to the north
of The Netherlands,
an inquisitive inhabitant was being greeted
by Mother Nature's most phenomenal insignia.

Lotus Essence blinked
at the luminous ambience, before being whisked off her minuscule feet.

A stalwart pair of hands held her,
her mother,
papa and siblings Linnaeus and Armando
crossed dilapidated boulevards
onto a spotless green.

She suddenly felt a low pitch in her infant ears.
"Dear Lotus,
we have formed a fellowship
and we honor, love and protect you, always.
You are an Essence for life."

Unaware of the words she blinked
at the dazzling aurora,
then back at the fulfilling faces cooing at her,
as if seeking a remedy.

© Pippa Woodford, 2007 (all rights reserved)

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