*This is just a draft, so sorry for the errors. * 🌺🌺🌤️ The nymph Idalia, sat and waited for that beautiful moment to come, where happiness would trickle into her pours like honey. BUT - It never came the way she wanted. She tossed and turned as nectar spilled from her hands. Crystallizing from them, she looked to her dismay. “Show me the way,” she asked in despair. As the sky set in, she whispered once more to the stars “I don’t know how.”
Sunrise slowly presented, and a saccharine mist came over the blossoms of the trees. From above the vine, lifting her up, a hand greeted her...
“My dear,” the light said, “You have not been wounded the way in which you believe. My darling, your heart is dismayed to the sweetest of outcomes. Yet, you do not see.” For when the girl looked, she saw just the same. “Sugar spots.” Wounds, abrasions, sores in her very own eyes. She began to push away her tears
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“It is a sign you are about to take up the most divine harvest of peaches.”
Crystallizing to more than you thought possible. A new zeal, a new zest.
As the voice left with the brightest of sunrises, the girl smiled with it.
For the first time, she could witness it
And she laughed
“I see the sun.”