My Nature

This is my nature
This is my heartbeat you see
This is what is me

Imagine a tree
The way its roots always reach
Deep down underground

Call it Down to Earth
Call it a firm foundation
Call it survival

Call my memories
Reaching into yesterday
Where they were once seeds

The root of my being
My nature and my nurture
From which I may grow

My self-discipline
Green and pliant in my youth
Now yields to no force
Unfortunately
Altercations may break me
If they have such strength

Yet I still grow tall
Memories of my childhood
At my fingertips

To the sky they reach
Far from what they had once been
Though forever linked

Such intrepid will
Always reaching for that star
Life sustaining goal

From dirt to gold glow
Extremes of the young and old
Oh, how we all grow

To love is to grow
Even if it is apart
When we grow the most
To love is to grow
I hope that this apple will
Never fall too close

This is what is me
This is my heartbeat you see
This is my nature

Prelude to a Timeless Love

A casual discussion between two immortals
From their words we can infer one is relatively young….

“Immortality, is it lonely?”

“Very”

“Ever met a time traveler?”

“One. We crossed paths every hundred years or so”

“No longer?”

“She died in my arms the first time we met. She said she wanted to see me ‘when I was young’ Ever since every visit is potentially the last”

So moved was he by the elder immortal’s memory
The young immortal decides to tells his tale
Documented as
A Timeless Love

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