Mother Nature (version 2.0)

Author's note:
Just for those of you who didn't understand this.... Mother nature has two meanings. You can take it that the person is literally talking about mother nature or that the speaker is talking to his or her actual mother. I personally wrote this because my mother passed away two years ago. I miss her very much but I know she sends me clues through everyday things to tell me that she loves me. For me this is what this short story is about. However, I wanted to leave the meaning up to interpritation so that each person that reads it has an opportunity to apply it to themselves on a personal level. I hope this clears up any questions you had, especially for those of you who wrote stuff like "Nature can't leave it's stationary" when you edited my paper. A helpful hint: You can't take any of my work literally. I'm a very symbolic and figurative writer. There's always a hidden meaning.
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It somehow felt like she was there. As the wind blew through the sunflowers around me I felt like i could hear and feel her breathe. Those past two years without her faded away and I could sense her presence next to me, above me, and in me.

I followed the clouds overhead; they were floating along in the blue sky like chubby puffer fish moseying along in a still pool. A yellow petal fell on my forehead - her light kiss. A bird whistled off to my left - her song in my heart. The warm sun on my skin - her comforting hugs. The green stems of the flowers - her bright shinning eyes. I felt her holding me close. I sensed her mind and spirit inside of mine. I heard her teachings and remembered her voice. She was with me again, right next to me. Lying in those sunflowers.

I've missed you. I thought.

Swoosh. The wind played with my hair. She was showing me her love.

I love you too, Mom.

A caterpillar crawled on my arm.

That tickles. I giggled softly

Suddenly the wind whirled and the flowers swayed away from me. She was beginning to say goodbye.

Do you have to leave?

The wind still blew.

Just one more minute...please.

The wind slacked for just a moment longer and the birds sang once more. The tall grass brushed along my shoulder as if she were rubbing my back.

I know it will be alright. I just don't want you to leave.

I sat in the warmth of the sun like I was basking in the glow of her face. I loved her, she loved me. We were being brought together by that field and by those flowers. But I began to sense the field growing dimmer and the air starting to chill. A dark cloud slowly crept over the sun, devouring the blue. I started to feel her tears fall on my face.

Please don't go!

Her rain continued to fall. As did mine.

I lay there, soaking to the core. Her presence was being washed away just as the rain was washing away my tears. No one can see you cry in the rain; she knew that. I turned to my side. She wasn't there...not in that field...maybe she never was...

"Goodbye again, and again, and again." You've only left these sunflowers to comfort me now.