Jasmine

The trusted branch beneath, which swayed gently in the winter winds comforted her supple body in a manner that no man could comprehend. Her silken, wavy, flowing gown clung to her unaged form for a scant moment then, as the winds chased each other to and fro, released itself from her flesh to flap and flutter aimlessly among the bitter current.

Her dark, fanciful locks of reddish brown strode effortlessly across her polished ebony forehead while arm length spans of the burning flax issued down her articulately defined spine and buttocks. Other strands seem to have their own minds as they twirled and spun, dancing in the frozen air.

Her thin eyelashes, deep brown, aroused her connected eyelids to open and allow the jasmine and honey colored eyes beneath them to view the desolate landscape from which she, from her ludicrous perch, could survey in its entirety. In doing so, never did her pencil-thin lips move.

Of what her beautiful eyes beheld most was that which man had created and destroyed. In the snow covered fields of hearty grasses and small shrubs there lay a massive circle where no snow could land. Miles upon leagues was this span, with a black rock underlying its enormous area. Atop this unearthly bolder stood, or rather had fallen, mighty buildings of steel and concrete, now misshapen and distorted by a forgotten cause.

Hundreds upon thousands of these buildings lay, as the first, tangled and steaming, nothing lived or moved within. All, save the wind, was silent.

At this she stared knowingly. Her wisdom was not hidden but rather leapt far from her all knowing eyes, as a starved panther from a tree. With a slight motion of her jasmine eyes a lone sunflower, small but yet sturdy in the wind, sprouted from the peak of the rubble in the distance. Another followed after a minute or so. Followed by another. And in the bough of the lone tree which bore her body, a tiny bird, bright red and yellow, appeared and began singing her spring song.

She closed her lids, followed closely by her eyelashes. Her eyes rested. Weary from the sight of her mangled creations. She rested and waited, swaying gently in the warming winter world.