The world wasn't built up in one day, they say. 

I understand it but mostly because of the trees. It must have taken lots of time to create the magnificent trees up on this terra. It must have taken lots of time to form its delicate hands reaching to the stars. And it must have taken awfully long time to make their shields ready to passively battle with the humankind. I believe the only reason for this world to build up more than one day is because of trees.

And me.

The world was preparing itself for the reservation I had never booked. It had to be perfectly ruined and perfectly perfect at that exact time 'till I step on it. Until that time, it had to be razed by thousands of civilizations, tangible hatred, and never ending coldness. Even in the equator where a few really, deeply can sense. It had to be perfectly ruined to match with my perfectly ruined soul. I was so surprised to open my eyes with specifically prepared world that didn't offer me anything to stay. I didn't care for staying. I didn't care for existing. Those were the terms I had never thought about in my life before until one day, one magical day that I had been tapped on the shoulders with a wounded cry. I looked for that cry and who it belonged to in everywhere. I paid my whole attention to the little taps on my window every time the rain met with its lover, terra. I couldn't hear her. I guess, that wasn't the source. I listened to the breezy snowy days, daring myself for the red ears being cut by a thousand cuts. It was a different melody I heard. It wasn't what I was looking for either. On a very sunny day, I sat by the riverside. The sun was too shy to be seen, so, I looked for her shiny hair on the river, but I found more than that in the glow. I have found the cry, the cry was calling for the entire time. It was there, looking so tired to be running all this time to find me. The dewy eyes that were looking at me distorted by a few drops.

But I have already seen her.