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Mother Nature and Father Time  
by Rie Sheridan Rose 

“It’s Time, isn’t it? I haven’t seen you…oh, since the beginning. We came a long way, but I suppose this is the end now.”

“I’m afraid so. There’s nothing left for either of us here. Look around. Your pets have destroyed everything. I warned you, but I know how hard it is to ignore a mother’s instincts.”

“It is a bit decimated, isn’t it? All the green is gone, and the pets died out or ran away, looking for a new territory to conquer. I, myself, can’t even muster the strength to put on leaves. Who is there to notice?”

“You are still beautiful to me. Come away with me.”

“Where will we go? My place is here for as long as there is a here…”

“About that…this place is scheduled for demolition any day now. I can only hold off the inevitable for so long. You can come with me to the stars—”

“No, thank you. My place is here—even if there isn’t a here. If the earth is to be destroyed, then I suppose it is time for me to go as well. No offense meant.”

“None taken. If that’s your final word on the subject, I understand. I’ll miss you.”

“And I you…but all things end. Except you, I suppose. Time is endless.”

“Perhaps. Lonely in any case.”

“Stop by before the end…or should I consider this goodbye?”

“I’ll be here for you, ‘when the world falls down…’”

“I always loved that song. I’m tired now. I think I’ll rest a bit.”

“It’s been an honor knowing you, Nature. Perhaps we will meet again somewhere, some-when.”

“Perhaps. In time.”

Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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